The door to Ratchet's Megalopolis apartment slid open with a hiss, and in stumbled a giggly and cuddly pair of lombaxes. It was a bit late, and they were a little tipsy, giving them the courage to be as openly handsy as they currently were. They weren't drunk but a few more and they easily would be.

But that hadn't been the point of the date. It was their three month anniversary, and they had simply decided to celebrate in style, as small an occasion as it was. So they had gone out dancing and gotten some drinks at the club before coming right back home for dinner and other… celebratory activities.

Shambling in, their hands were all over each other with no regard for their robot companions who seemed to be in the middle of watching one of Clank's old films on the giant T.V. while they made their way to the kitchen. Ratchet picked up his bubbly girlfriend on his back part way there before planting her on a chair and opening the fridge to look for something to make for them. He called to Clank a full room away.

"Hey, Pal! We still got that leftover Omerian Ramen!?"

"You planned to heat up leftover Ramen for our anniversary?" Rivet questioned with a giggle. "I didn't know you had such refined taste."

"I'm just that sophisticated." He said with a wave of his hand.

"I can tell." She said while watching his… tail, yeah. Just his tail while he bent over and rummaged through the fridge. Clank responded that Ratchet had actually eaten the Ramen the other day, so he'd have to think of something else. He hummed in thought.

"Maybe I'll just heat up a pizza then." He said and closed the fridge before moving up to the freezer and pulling out a frozen pizza.

"Huh?" Rivet spoke up behind him again. "What's that?"

He spun in place to look at her in shock. "What's… pizza?"

She nodded.

"Babe… Have you… never had pizza before?" He said with dripping incredulity.

She sputtered at the accusation and grabbed the box from his hands and looked at it. "O-of course I have! I just- I didn't hear you right!"

He squinted at her, clearly not believing the thinly veiled excuse. She huffed and sighed. "No. I've never had pizza before. Is it good?"

He recoiled like he had just been shot. "Is pizza good!? The very fact that you've never had it before should be considered a crime, but to question it's deliciousness!? Practically blasphemous!"

His overacting made it clear he was at least somewhat joking, so she giggled along. "Alright then make it!" She held out the box to him, but he looked at her like she had just insulted his mother. He reeled back a hand and slapped the box from hers, smashing it into the window.

She recoiled at the action, looking at him shocked for an explanation. "Your first pizza can't be some crappy frozen one! NO! Nononono! You have to taste the highs that it can reach before you taste the lows. CLANK! WARM UP THE SHIP! WE NEED TO MAKE AN EMERGENCY TRIP TO METROPOLIS!"

"Did you cut yourself with the knives again!?" Clank called back.

"Worse! Rivet's never had pizza before, so we're going to Sal's!"

Clank's sigh was audible from where they were before he muttered a 'very well' while Kit asked him if this really constituted an emergency. Rivet laughed at Ratchet's antics, grabbing his attention. "I take it Sal makes good pizza?"

"The best in two galaxies."

She giggled again. "Okay, fine. But Slick?"

He tilted his head at her. "Hm?"

She ran a finger along his chin, sending a shiver down his spine before headily whispering; "I appreciate the joke, but if you ever slap my hand again-" Her other hand drifted down and lightly slapped his rear. "-I'll pay it back ten fold."

He dry swallowed. "Yes ma'am. Now let's go!"

He grabbed her hand and ran out the door.