Breakfast
Erika is making a breakfast of rice and eggs for Aya. She is tossing the pan around like a hibachi chef, the food is flying through the air and back into the pan. Aya stood there watching, waiting for the large mess he knew was to come. Erika tossed the food one last time, aiming for the two plates set on the table. The flying food missed the plates by a long shot and landed on Aya. Erika looked scared and Aya glared at her, annoyed.
Dom entered the kitchen with two gun slings around her waist, like in the old western movies. She flings out two bottles of soy sauce and squirts them on Aya as if she were shooting pistols in an old western. After successfully covering Aya in soy sauce she left the kitchen as quietly as she had entered it.
"How do dirty boys get clean?" Erika asked, as she approached the food covered Aya. "With Erika's tongue."
Twenty minutes later Dom returned to the kitchen and finds a clean Aya lying on the floor, with Erika on top of him. Erika coughs up a red hair ball. "That's what you get," Aya said.
"Shut up, you liked it."
"I don't even want to know," Dom said and she walks out of the kitchen. A thud thud could be heard from behind her.