Slowly, the sun began to peek up over the horizon. Its warm amber light cascaded across the campus, driving the night away as it advanced. Soft wisps of evaporation floated off the campus' lush grass as a pack of four students jogged by, one trailing behind the others, simply exhausted. Their breath burst from their mouths in thick clouds as they clattered down one of the schools many pathways.

Automne, trailing a good twenty feet behind the rest, was gasping for air. His lips dry and his body sore from being weighed down by his gear. All he wanted, more than anything at this moment, was to sweetly and passionately embrace his mattress, blankets and all.

"Guys," Automne panted heavily. Trying to focus his vision on Ty and Eve, who were effortlessly leading the pack, he shook his head around wildly to straighten his eyes.

"C'mon, Automne." Ty called from the front, determined to jog the route as if no one had ever done it before. "You got to pick up the pace, man."

"You can do it, Automne." Eve quietly, but cheerfully called to the young man. Without missing a step she spun on her heel, slowed her pace so she could be closer to Automne, and began to jog backwards. As she jogged backwards her ludicrously large weapon bounced passionately on her back in a way that would have made Automne laugh if his lungs weren't on fire. "I know you can do it. You just have to pace yourself." Her vibrant periwinkle eyes shining warmly upon Automne as she jogged in reverse.

"Ty, I hate you." Petunia groaned between heavy breaths. Her skin a sickly green as sweat poured off her in pints.

"What was that?" Ty said sarcastically. "Another mile? Okay, I don't see why not."

"Ty, I- I don't think I can do this anymore." Automne panted, debilitating shock running up his legs with every pounding step.

"Don't give up, Automne." Innocence and sunlight shining off Eve as she delivered Automne a large smile. "I believe in you. Automne. Automne. Automne." She softly cheered.

"Eve… you're not…helping." Automne snapped between gasps, his vision slowly diluting to a blur with each step. "I- I think… I think I'm gonna pass out." Automne wheezed, starting to lose his balance.

Eve gave a concerned frown. She half turned to Ty, still running backwards all the while. "Ty, I think he's going to faint."

"Eve, he's not going to faint." Ty groaned, appalled that Automne had even raised the excuse. "He's just being dramatic."

As Automne persisted after them the rhythmic pounding of his feet finally merged the lovely sunny dawn into a mish-mosh of assorted colors. "Yep," Automne murmured to himself. "Here I go." And that's when he fell flat onto the stone walkway, face first of course.

Eve let out a shocked gasp and ran to his aid. "Ty, Automne fainted." She called out kneeling down beside her stiff teammate.

"Lucky bastard," Petunia scoffed, grabbing onto her knees as she reeled from the dreaded exercise.

"Hey, just because Automne fainted doesn't mean you get a break. Come on, we still got two miles and an eighth to go." Ty called to Petunia. "Eve, you stay here with Automne. Make sure he doesn't die."

"Okay," Eve said quietly, turning to look down at Automne in concern as the other two took off.

Automne's breath flowed out of his mouth and into his scarf like it were fiberglass. His escrimas raised up in front of his face as Ty held his shuriken out to his side. Tentatively, Automne began to creep to the left, his eyes locked on Ty.

Ty furrowed his brow. He dashed forward, his weapon low at his side.

'That'll work.' Automne thought. Quickly he faded out of sight and began to meander forward, his weapons laxly gripped by his sides.

Ty jolted to a stop and grit his teeth. His eyes rapidly scanned the battlefield, searching for his yellow and black opponent.

Automne walked steadily up to Ty, his escrimas now raised up to his hips. As he began to close the distance, his exhaustion betrayed him, he let loose a breath too loudly.

Ty's pupils shrank to dots as he raised his shuriken up behind his shoulder.

'Now!' Automne ordered internally, lunging forward. Automne buried his left forearm in Ty's elbow preventing his leader from bringing the shuriken down upon him. Capitalizing Automne swiftly smacked his free escrima twice into Ty's side.

The purple and green fabric of Ty's shirt crumpled in on him as he reeled from the strikes. Ty let out a groan and retaliated by jabbing his knee up into Automne's hip.

His breath fading from his lungs Automne jabbed the end of his escrima into Ty's clavicle.

Ty gave a deep growl and bashed his head against Automne's.

Automne staggered back and was immediately slammed in the chest by Ty's spinning shuriken. "Urgh," Automne grunted as he fell onto his rear. With pain surging through his body he quickly rolled backwards and pushed himself back to his feet. He gave the escrima in his right hand a hard jerk and smacked the left against his wrist to lock its sheath around his forearm. With his pistol and ninjato primed he confidently aimed Twilight Harmony at Ty and held Dawn Tranquility at his waist. "Come at me."

Ty gave him a confident smirk. He slowly dusted off his long, dark-green sleeves and ran his forearm across his silvery chest plate before collapsing his shuriken into its sword form. He gave Automne an intense smile. "Petunia, tag out." He blurted.

"Wait what?"

"All the way from downtown!" Petunia shouted as she vaulted over Ty. Holding her shotgun in one hand she shot a single round into Automne's chest, sending him flying back across the training room floor. "It's Petunia Kapelle!" She cheered triumphantly as she landed on her feet. Laughing maniacally she raised her shotgun above her head and started to spin triumphantly.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh," Automne quietly moaned from the ground as he tried to rationalize the pain he went through on a daily basis.

"Automne," Eve called out in concern, tossing aside her weapon as she leapt off the bleachers. She ran up and kneeled down at his side her eyes running over his chest. "Are you alright?"

"Define: 'alright'." Automne moaned as he pulled his scarf away from his mouth.

Distress in her soft eyes Eve quickly clasped her hands together and took a breath. She didn't need to hear another word to justify using her semblance.

"Alright, that was a nice try Automne." Ty praised as he walked past Petunia, who was still gloating to no one, to stand at Automne's heels. "You put in some good effort that time, but you got too cocky at the end. Once Eve heals you up, I want to see you and Petunia go against each other. She's been relying on her barriers too much recently and I want to see you try to get around them."

"No," Eve protested before Automne even had the chance to let out one of his signature groans. "Ty, I am not going to heal Automne just so you can throw him back into a fight. Automne needs time to fully recover, especially after this morning's jogging incident." Sweat dripping down Eve's face as her mist washed over Automne.

"Eve, if we don't push ourselves we're not going to be able to take down Arsenic and his gang." Ty whispered, his eyes shifting over small groups of passing students sharing the gym.

"I won't be able to constantly heal all of you in the field. My semblance draws from my aura and if I lose my aura in a conflict we'll all lose."

A small amount of shock seeped into Automne as he registered the fact that Eve was standing up to Ty. The boy's eyes ricocheted between them for a moment before he decided to give his two cents. "Umm… So, it's just about lunch time. Maybe we coooould take a break? ...Or something."

Eve gave an exhausted, yet content, sigh. A smile crossed her lips as she opened her hands and took a deep breath. "Lunch sounds great."

Ty gave a heavy sigh. "Fine, let's go get lunch."

"Aww, thank Dust, I'm starving!" Petunia cheered, holstering her shotgun and setting her aviators atop her head. "I hope they got some tacoOoOoOos."

'Lunch, you have saved my life far too many times and for that I commend you.' Automne's brain whispered as he pushed himself off the ground. 'Hold up a minute though.' Automne paused and looked down at Eve who was still kneeling on the ground, wiping sweat away from her forehead with her handkerchief. "Need some help?" Automne asked, extending his hand to her.

Eve glanced up, surprised. "Oh, thank you." She said with a sweet smile taking Automne's hand so he could pull her to her feet. "You can go on ahead if you want." Eve chimed cheerfully as she dusted off her pants. "I need to grab my books." Glancing over at a large stack of textbooks sitting on some wooden bleachers set against the wall.

"I'll help you carry them."

"Oh," Surprise yet again rising in her voice as they arrived at the formidable stack of paper. "You don't have to. I-"

"Eve, I insist. You've been taking care of me all morning, it's the least I can do." Automne smiled as he took hold of the stack and attempted to lift it, only to receive the expected result. 'I immediately regret being a good person!' Automne whimpered internally as his knees buckled and his throat and stomach rapidly clinched up under the heft of the books.

"Are you sure you don't want any help?" Eve's intuition and eyes instantly picking up on Automne's struggle.

"Eve, don't worry I got this." Automne smiled as he tried to suppress the pain in his arms and back.

'Dude, you suck at this… Then again, you did just get your ass kicked… and you fainted earlier… and you kind of just suck.'

"Shut up, brain." Automne hissed under his breath.

"D'you say something?" Eve chimed as she stooped over to pick up her weapon.

"Nope," he lied, bouncing the tower of books in his palms for a better grip. "I didn't say nothin'."

"Yo, wallflowers, pick up the pace!" Petunia hollered from across the gym.

Eve, Automne, and Ty looked upon Petunia in pure abject horror. Her mouth was like a toothy vacuum, licking and chewing tacos without restraint. Provocative growls rolled from her throat as she slurped the meat from betwixt the tortillas. When she paused for air, the oils slowly trickled off her lips and dripped down onto her chest, staining her clothes.

"I never thought watching someone eat Mexican food could make me feel so dirty." Automne remarked as his eye twitched uncomfortably. 'Also, note to self; look up what Mexican is… I think it's one of those things like American or French… I don't know.'

"Somehow, I feel like we've managed to reach new lows today." Ty added as Petunia licked and sucked her fingers.

"I still think the lowest we've ever gotten was when Automne purposefully got in trouble in Professor Lazuli's class." Petunia moaned happily, making Automne tense up and turn scarlet.

Eve turned to him, positively curious. "Why would you do that?"

"Because he jacks of to her all the time. Seriously, I walked in on him once and he was polishing it to some pictures he snapped while she was writing on the board." Petunia's smile flourishing like a sunflower as Automne withered like a bright red raisin. "I think he even likes when she assigns him ten page essays; it's his form of S&M."

"Okay," Automne said, fuming. "That's a lie, those essays are bullshit!"

"You still like watching her strut around in those heels though."

"I will not apologize for hormones!" Automne shouted, his finger pointed at her like his ninjato.

"Automne, people are staring." Eve whispered as she looked around. She wasn't wrong, a good number of students had turned to watch the two bicker.

Automne glanced around, his face brightening. "Why don't you just shut up?" He shot at Petunia in a quieter tone.

But, just as he hoped the dust had settled, the rambunctious blue hair gave him a kick in the calf. "Wanker," She mouthed, half closing her hand around an invisible can of spray paint which she shook very generously.

And just like that the eyes of his fellow students, that were digging into him a few moments ago, dissolved into the air as Automne's blood gradually rose to a boil. "Don't kick me in that leg, it's still sore." Venom oozing from his words as a resonating pain rang through and up the limb.

Petunia guffawed briefly before swinging her legs out over the bench and standing. As the eyes of students all around bore into her she unbuckled her capris and pulled them low around her thigh to reveal a jagged scar. "Stab wound from a bad mugging. Don't be complaining about your scars, son, 'cause you ain't got shit on me."

"Petunia," Eve gasped as she looked around at the ever increasing amount of attention they were receiving. "Pull your pants back up. People ar- Automne?"

'She's taunting you, don't play into it.' The logical part of Automne's brain hissed as he stood and pulled his sleeve up past his somewhat thick bicep to reveal a horrid round scar. "Stray bullet on a training exercise." The recesses of Automne's mind aching for something to feed his ego.

Petunia was in no mood to surrender to Automne though. She quickly peeled back the Velcro strap of her right glove with a loud crackle. Tossing aside the garment with a smirk she proudly displayed her hand, bearing both burns and scars on the knuckles that extended up to her wrist. "Burn marks from when I first tried to forge my weapon and it exploded on me." Shameless joy in her voice as the crowd amassing around them let out pained "Ooohs," and little remarks such as, "That had to hurt."

Eve gave a small embarrassed groan as Automne removed his vest. She hugged herself gently and tried to avoid eye contact with the other students. It wasn't much use though for all around her students were cutting into her and her teammates with their judgmental gazes.

"Remember this one?" Sarcasm liberally laden into his voice as he pulled his sweater and shirt up over his lean muscular body. A wide, lopsided circle of a scar sat on his pale shoulder. "Rusted, nine-inch piece of rebar that I got impaled on when we fell through the floor of a building."

To Eve's dismay the crowd gave captivated "Woos", accompanied by a cheer or two from a few young women enjoying the show.

Petunia gave a proud smile as she pulled her jacket off and tossed it over in Eve's direction. Dropping her bandoliers to the floor she pulled up her tank top on one side to reveal a large wide scar stretching down the side of her torso. "Tried to do a new technique and ended up slicing off a good chunk. You could see the ribs and everything."

Automne stared at the large scar, standing out against her smooth, pale skin like graffiti on a marble wall, for a moment before blinking a few times and staring intently at her chest. "Are you wearing a bra?"

Eve bolted to her feet as the crowd loudly laughed in amusement.

Automne pivoted swiftly to see her storm past him, pushing through the surrounding crowd with her head held down, her shimmering black hair swaying behind her. "Crap," Automne muttered to himself, grabbing his vest from the floor and bolting after her as fast as he could.

'Way to royally screw this one up. What are we going to do next? Set fire to Eve's birthday presents?' The intelligent part of Automne's brain scolding him as he burst out of the cafeteria and followed Eve down a footpath.

"Eve, wait!" Automne called out, somber clouds drifting above the two.

Eve came to a stop and turned. "Do you think this is fun for me?" Intense sorrow in her voice as clouds blotted the sky above. Her eyes flooded with tears as she stared at Automne. "Do you think I enjoy watching all of you run head first into battle like-like… like it's a game?"

Automne struggled to look into her eyes. "Eve, we were just-"

"I'm responsible for your life. I'm responsible for all of your lives. And if you die under my care it's my fault, but instead of taking any of this seriously you just-just make trophies out of your scars and expect me to heal you all like it's nothing. What happens when I can't use my semblance to heal you in the field and you get shot? What if you get stabbed again and we can't stop the bleeding? I don't want to watch my friends die in the field because I couldn't do enough." Eve's voice growing weaker as she began to walk backwards, her hands cradling her head.

"Eve-"

"And you know what I don't appreciate you embarrassing me in front of the whole school." Eve's voice growing shaky and weak as she mindlessly paced towards a wooden bench. "When you go up there and parade around with your scars out for everyone to see everyone looks at me and thinks I'm a bad medic. And when they're not talking about my skills they're making fun of us." She gave a loud sniffle, rubbing her gloved hands against her eyes. "What kind of people just parade around with all their scars out for everyone to see… We look like losers." Eve miserably whimpered, sitting herself down on the bench with a small thump. "I thought we were done being losers."

Automne looked upon the dark haired girl, guilt pouring off of him. His throat twitched and vibrated hollowly as he searched for words. The clouds drifting above him created small windows for the sun. Automne approached the bench in silence.

Eve abruptly turned away from the boy as he seated himself on the far side of the bench. Her arms crossed her eyes damp and her spirit clinging to her emotions.

"I didn't realize we were making you feel like this." Automne admitted softly, leaning forward, his elbows on his knees and his hands folded between them. "I'll be more cautious in the field, Eve… and I'm-I'm sorry for embarrassing you…"

Eve didn't respond to his apologies. The words sank into her like water to limestone as she stared out into the distance. The air between the two sat placid and still as the clouds parted again, allowing sunlight to pour down upon them like thick, rich, golden syrup.

Automne licked his lips, determination and fear pushing him forward. "Eve I-" An idea surged through the air, electrocuting Automne. A small smile twisted the corner of Automne's mouth. "How about I make you dinner tonight?"

Small ripples shook the air as Automne got down onto his knees. He weakly beamed up at Eve. "I'll make you chicken and waffles, just the way you like it. Just say the word and I'll head straight on over to the kitchen and start right now. A-and if you don't want chicken and waffles I'll make you something else; whatever you want. Anything you want, just say the word."

There was stark silence as Automne stared up at Eve, desperate for some kind of response. Eve turned her head slightly and looked out at Automne from behind her glasses. Her gentle periwinkle eyes filled him with dread as she simply stared at him and said nothing.

Automne gave a sigh and hung his head in shame as he prepared to get to his feet.

"I… I want you to make ice cream too." Eve pouted as she crossed her arms and legs, trying to act demanding.

'There she is.' Automne internally sighed, a smile crossing his face. "You want me to make ice cream?" His eyebrow raised.

"Mhmm," Eve hummed with a nod as she tried to keep up her stern façade.

Automne gave a quiet sigh of relief and pulled himself off of his knees. "Well, if that's the case, then dinner and dessert may take a while. So, I better go grab everything and start now."

"Alright..." Eve said softly as she uncrossed her arms, her act of seriousness fading away slightly as Automne eagerly rushed to meet her demands. "... Wait," Eve called out as Automne took a few steps down the path.

He glanced back over his shoulder to see Eve eagerly watching him, twiddling her thumbs awkwardly. "Yes?"

"C-can I come with you?" Eve asked quietly as she pinched at her gloves. "I-I like to watch you cook."

A warm smile spread across Automne's lips as he walked back over to the bench and extended his hand to the dark-haired girl. Eve's cheeks turned a soft pink as she placed her hand into Automne's and allowed him to help her off the bench.

"I'm still upset with you." Eve said with her best attempt at being indignant as she swiped her hand away and made off in the direction of the dorms.

"Of course you are." Automne said with a large smirk as he followed after Eve.

Automne let out a heavy sigh as he poured thick batter into the waffle-maker. The kitchen lights serenely shining down upon him and the messy kitchen counter. "And that, Eve, is why you're not allowed to make the mix-tape if there's a zombie apocalypse."

Eve puffed out her cheeks and crossed her arms decisively. "Say what you want, but disco will make a comeback."

"Disco is dead, Eve."

"Disco will never die." Eve said confidently from her chair overlooking Automne.

"Seems pretty dead to me." Automne muttered to himself as he set the dial on the waffle-maker and pulled a plate from a box labeled 'Automne's Kitchen Things'. "Let's move on, I've got another one for ya'. Would you rather: take a bath with 30 eels, or live in a house with a clown for-"

"Don't say clown!" Eve shrieked, hugging herself tightly.

'I guess that answers that?' Automne's brain quipped as he leaned back against the counter. "I take it you don't like clowns?"

"No," Eve moaned, shaking her head wildly. "They're horrible and weird and mean and creepy and they don't respect my personal space and-"

"Alright, alright I got it, clowns are a no-no." Automne noted as he wiped his hands off on his sleeves, staining them with a thick mixture of ingredients. "So, next question," Automne said simply as he picked up a pair of metal tongs. "You doing all right?"

Eve's horror vanished as she looked down at the linoleum. Playfully she began to swing her heels back-and-forth, her toes pressed against the ground . "I'm feeling better." A modest smile spreading her lips as she stared down at her shoes.

"You still mad at me?" More than a small amount of fear noticeable in Automne's question.

Eve gave a small giggle before making another valiant attempt at being aloof. "That all depends on how the food is."

"Well then," Automne chirped cheerfully as he pulled a couple of chicken thighs from his own personal deep fryer. "I guess it's time to find out if I sink or swim." He gently laid them out on the plate as the waffle maker gave a loud ding. Balancing the plate in one hand he quickly threw open the lid to the device and pulled two crisp, golden waffles from it. He took a few moments to properly arrange the dish before delivering Eve the plate with a grandiose flourish. "Bon appétit." Automne said with a smile, pulling a fork and knife from his pocket and handing them to Eve.

"Thank you, Automne." Eve beamed. She wasted no time in cutting into the food and shoveling a forkful into her mouth. "Mmmmm," Eve moaned quietly, chills running from her mouth and through her entire body.

"I can clearly tell you hate it." Automne said with a smirk.

"It's amazing." Sheer ecstasy rolling off Eve's tongue as she stared at her food passionately.

Automne stared on happily, watching Eve eat, until, "Oh flip flop rabbits, I forgot the syrup and whipped cream." Automne exclaimed as though he had committed some inexcusably horrid act. "Here," He said, extending his hand. "Let me fix it."

Eve flinched as she saw him advance towards the plate. She wanted to smack his arm away in protest for daring to take her heavenly food. Her desire to do so vanished however as the thought of eating chicken and waffles with syrup and whipped cream made her taste buds swell with joy. So she ultimately relinquished her plate without a fuss.

"Thank you." Automne said with a small jolly smile as he carried of her plate.

She stared at him for a moment. A small frown emerging upon her face. "Umm, Automne."

"Yes'm" He replied, pulling open the fridge.

"I," Eve softly cleared her throat, the sweet taste of the food still clinging to her taste buds. "I wanted to say… I accept your apology."

Automne gave a loud chuckle as he peeled the syrup bottle off of his hand. He glanced back at her from over his shoulder, his smile wider than ever. "You fret too much, but I guess I accept your apology acceptance, if that's what you want to hear." Smiling happily he turned back to the food and properly applied the finishing touches.

"Hey, Automne."

"Yep?"

"I've been meaning to ask you, what's your secret?" Eve's feet swaying back and forth under her chair as she folded her hands in her lap.

Automne cocked an eyebrow as he applied the whipped cream. "Secret, what secret?"

"How do you make your food taste so good?" Innocent curiosity overflowing from Eve's voice.

A relieved smile crossed his lips. "Oh, hehe that secret. It's nothing special, it's not even really a secret." Automne took Eve's plate in one hand and the bottle of syrup in his fingertips. He turned and started to make his way back across the kitchen towards Eve. "I just take some cinnamon, a little bit of vanilla, maybe a little cocoa if I'm completely out of ideas, but the one thing that you always got to put in every dish," Automne gingerly placed Eve's plate down in front of her, a large heart of whipped cream spread out across the food "is plenty of love."

Eve stared down at the plate, trembling slightly "Au-au-Automne, I'm flattered b-b-but I-"

"Love for cooking, Eve." Automne said flatly, placing the syrup down in front of her. "For the love of Dust, now you're just jumping to conclusions. Honestly, you can be so self-centered sometimes." Automne crossed his arms and walked back towards the fridge.

"Wait- No- I didn't mean-"

"No, no, no I get it, you just like the thought of me flirting with you." Automne made certain to put extra emphasis on the word flirting as he pulled the freezer open and took out a small bowl.

"But- No- It- I just thought." After a few more stammered vowels Eve let out a heavy sigh and picked up the bottle of syrup. She took the bottle in both hands and began to pour the thick substance all across the plate. Smothering Automne's whip cream heart and the chicken and waffles as she childishly pouted.

"Eve, you got to know when to take a chill pill." Automne mocked with a broad grin as he walked back over with a mocha colored bowl in hand, a single spoon protruding out the top. "Also, your ice cream's ready. I figured you'd want it now." He said as he pulled a chair over to the end of the table to sit beside her.

"Alright," Eve sighed. "It is getting late and- oh no." Eve gasped as she attempted to set the bottle of syrup down, only to quickly realize it was stuck to her gloves. "Oh no oh no oh no oh noooo." She whined as she began to wildly shake the bottle. "Automne, help me!" Eve whimpered hanging her arms in the air helplessly.

Automne gave a loud chortle as he stared at Eve, internally laughing his ass off. "Hold on, hold on, let me get a picture for Ty and Petunia."

"What? No! Automne!"

"Uggh, Alright, fine." Automne groaned before leaning over and taking hold of Eve's wrists. Slowly, he began to peel back the soft fabric of Eve's gloves as she relentlessly fidgeted.

Eve let out a moan in discomfort as the ends of her gloves slipped off and her pale, smooth hands were left exposed. She quickly pocketed her hands into her jacket with a small whimper.

Automne rolled his eyes. "Oh, calm down, you big baby, I'll wash your gloves as soon as I can. Now, come on and eat your ice cream. It's going to start melting."

"I-I," Eve weakly stared down at her pocketed hands and gave a sigh. "I can't."

Automne gave a small sigh and took the spoon in his hand. "Alright then," Plunging the spoon into a round gob of ice cream he took a nice spoonful and lifted it over towards Eve's mouth. "Open."

Eve blushed brightly. "Automne I-"

"I didn't work for over an hour to make you ice cream and just have it melt. Now, open." Automne said impatiently, an almost insulted look in his eye.

Eve paused to stare at the spoon for a few moments. Her small periwinkle eyes jittering on the creamy delights sitting in the spoon. Slowly, she opened her mouth.

Automne gently floated the spoon forward into her mouth. He held the thin metal handle loosely in his fingers as her lips closed around it. He patiently waited for Eve to suck and lick the spoon clean before he pulled it away, her lips still clinging to the metal as he did so. "Do you like it?"

Eve, still slightly shocked from being spoon-fed, shook her head contently and gave him a warm smile. "Yes, it's delicious."

A devious grin parted Automne's lips. "Good, because I lied earlier. The real secret ingredient is semen."

Eve lurched back violently and began spitting onto the floor and scraping at her tongue as Automne burst out laughing.

"You're sick!" Eve shouted, jumping forward to shove and pound on Automne's chest.

The only thing that was hurting him right now, however, was the fact that he was suffocating from laughing too hard. "You should have seen the look on your face!" His howls of laughter echoing throughout the kitchen.

Warning: Don't put semen in people's food. Or do, I'm not a doctor... Or a chef... Either way, it's weird.

-CS