BOOM!

Byleth came rushing into the kitchen and was greeted by the sight of disaster.

Beef broth and various chunks of meat and vegetables were splattered across the walls and ceiling, along with pieces of metal shrapnel piercing the various surfaces of the room. And in the middle of it all, standing in front of the stove and covered in the meal that she had previously been cooking, was his girlfriend.

"Are you alright?!" He rushed over to her in a panic, turning her to face him and frantically checking her for injuries.

"Sweetie, I'm fine," She said. "All of the shrapnel the pan missed me."

Byleth pulled her into a hug, not caring about dirtying his clothes. He let out a sigh of relief and planted a long kiss on her forehead.

"This is why I asked you not to cook alone Annie." He said.

"I'm sorry," she said into his coat. "I wanted to surprise you is all."

He broke away from the hug and looked at her. "Surprise me?"

Annette nodded. "I wanted to make you that stew. Remember, the yummy one I told you about up in the Goddess Tower?"

A small smile formed on Byleth's lips as he recalled that fond memory. "Of course I do."

"I thought that if I used a cast iron pan it would be less likely to blow up," Annette said sheepishly. "I guess I underestimated my abilities."

"How about," Byleth began, taking out a handkerchief and wiping his girlfriend's face clean. "You and I clean up this mess, and then we make that stew together?"

Annette stood on her toes and gave him a quick peck on the lips. "That sounds perfect."