What do you want for dinner?" Santana asked while getting up from the couch and walking over to the kitchen.
A hum was heard through the phone.
"Are you sure you should be cooking Sanny? I can cook when I get home, it's no big deal." Brittany tried to negotiate.
"No B. I wanna make you dinner tonight. You make me dinner every night." Santana responded.
"There's a reason for that San." Brittany giggled.
"What would that be?"
"You can't cook honey, you know this." Brittany responded, a smile evident in her voice.