"Where the hell are all the spoons?" Natsu demanded, all the while slamming cabinets and checking inside drawers and just in general, causing a ruckus. "I swear we had some like two days ago, and now, it's empty!" To prove his point, the strawberry-head actually pulled the silverware drawer out of its slot and paraded its empty insides around the room.
Gray leaned against the kitchen's door frame and said calmly, "In the sink."
"How'd they end up there? I just did dishes!"
"We have twelve spoons and eleven people who now resided under this roof. All it took to undo your handiwork was one meal and maybe a few cups of morning coffee."
"Seriously?"
Gray pushed off from the door and walked over to the sink. "Stand there and grab a towel."
To the dark-haired mage's utter surprise, Natsu actually did grab a dry clean towel from the cabinet next to his head and came to stand next to the drying rack. Gray turned on the water and sprayed a bit of dish soap onto a lemon-smelling sponge. Between the two of them, dishes were clean and stacked in under five minutes.
"So what'd you need the spoon for, anyway?"
Natsu opened the freezer and took out a tub of cookie dough and peanut butter flavored ice cream. "According to Jellal, there's nothing better."
Gray had the sudden mental image of a Natsu rendered small and bouncing off walls. He couldn't imagine a single situation where the dragon slayer ate some of his ice cream and it ended well. With a sigh and a head shake, the ice mage dried his own hands and headed for the living room.
"Hey, wanna play Payday with me, Ice Prick?"
"I was more tempted before the name calling."
"Fine, then, wanna play, anyway?"
"Sure, flame brain."
Staring into his ice cream tub, Natsu grinned. "Co-op?"
"Fuck yeah."
Tonight, the world would tremble before the might of Team Heist. Tonight, no bank was safe. And, just maybe, Gray thought privately, Natsu and the ice cream wouldn't kill them all.