Marinette had been dating Chat for just under a month and she didn't think she could be any happier than she was. In addition to dating her best friend, she had started her internship and was spending more time becoming better friends with Adrien. She was surprised by the fact that he had never mentioned how much time he usually spent working with the interns when it felt like she was working with him more often than not. Now that she was happy in her relationship, she found herself more able to easily talk to Adrien and that made her feel better about the years she knew she had been awkward around him. He hardly noticed the change because she was acting closer to how she acted back in the early days of her friendship with Chat. "I swear," she said one day when she was walking him back to wardrobe after a shoot, "I don't know how you don't crave spaghetti every time you work with Vincent. I've only been attending your shoots for like 3 days and I'm ready to eat my body weight in pasta." She giggled a little and it made his heart flutter. He shrugged and smiled at her. "You spaget used to it," he responded nonchalantly, making a pun just like he had been doing with her for months. A blush overtook her face as she stopped herself from immediately bouncing puns back and forth with him like she would with her minou. "Who knows? Maybe that mysterious boyfriend of yours can help you with your craving." She smiled, thinking about her boyfriend and wondering if she should go ahead and make an Italian dinner for the two of them with one of her Nonna's recipes. The rest of the day was relatively uninteresting. Adrien had another shoot and Marinette was mostly sent on errands for the internship. She was asked her opinion on a few pieces, but nothing too significant.

By the time Chat came by that evening, Marinette had forgotten that she had been craving spaghetti earlier. "Principessa," Chat called from her balcony, "would you please come up here?" She wondered, briefly, about the new variation of her nickname, but she climbed up through her trapdoor to greet her boyfriend.

When she did, she was surprised to see that there were candles set up on her small table. Her small table was covered in a red and white table cloth that was reminiscent of Lady and the Tramp. She gave him a brief kiss on the cheek, surprised by the dinner he'd set up for the two of them. "What's all this for?" she asked.

"Nothing," he responded, honestly, "I just wanted to remind you how pastatively awesome I think that you are. Now, come eat dinner with me. I don't want it to spaget cold before we have a chance to enjoy it." The pun felt oddly familiar to her, but she didn't want to think about that when she could just be enjoying time with him instead.

"This is tortellini amazing," she told him. "Thank you for setting up a dinner for the two of us, even though this date is definitely cheesy."

"Well, cheesy is my middle name," he informed his girlfriend. "Chat Cheesy Noir." He acted out his name appearing on a marquee with his right hand. "Unless you ask my girlfriend. I think she decided my middle name is Minou." He rubbed the back of his neck and a blush came over his cheeks.

"Your girlfriend is right," Marinette responded confidently. She leaned up to give him a soft kiss on his lips and goofy smile came over his face, replacing the blush that has been developing moments before. They had been sharing kisses for a month, but his reaction was the same every time and Marinette thought it was adorable.

He directed Marinette to sit down and she was happy to follow his lead. He opened the takeout boxes on the table and there was a plate of spaghetti and meatballs, a plate of chicken parmesan, and a plate of chicken fettuccine alfredo. He sat across from her and the light of the full moon illuminated his features.

"This is parmfect," she told him, reaching out to take his hand gently in hers. He chuckled at how hard she sounded like she had to work in order to make that pun.

"Maybe we should stick with purrfect," he chuckled. Marinette stuck her tongue out at him, but cut off a small piece of one of the meatballs to start eating. He grabbed the other fork and started eating pieces of the fettuccine. "I'm glad that you like it, I was nervous that I wouldn't be able to fett picking up dinner into my schedule before I could come over tonight."

"Well, I always have a ball spending time with you, so I'm happy to meat with you whenever you can make time for me, minou." She gave his hand a quick squeeze and he felt his heart soar at the sincerity of her words and the feeling of her hand squeezing his.

"Olive you," he told her before his brain could catch up to the words that left his lips. Marinette felt her heart pound in her chest and she inhaled deeply.

"I love you, too," she affirmed, barely loud enough to hear. She felt bad about the fact that she still needed to tell him about her identity and the fact that she agreed to start sharing her burdens with him, but she wanted, desperately, to just give him a happy, simple relationship before she had to ruin it with identity issues.

"You've been collecting pizzas of my heart since we first met," she added and she didn't think she'd ever seen him as happy as he looked in that moment. "I really hope that you gnocchi how much you mean to me, my knight." She squeezed his hand again and he lifted their hands to place a soft kiss to the back of her's.

"I cannoli imagine that it's half as much as you mean to me, princess," he responded after a few moments. The two ate as much of the dinner as they could before they became too full to have any more. When that happened, the two moved over to the bigger chair to the side of the balcony.

Chat sat down first and extended his arms toward his girlfriend, who was happy to sit next to him and lean into him. The two of them just spent a while looking at the stars and the moon in the night sky. He kissed her hair, squeezing her a little closer to him. "Penne for your thoughts," he requested, causing her face to erupt into a blush again.

"No," she giggled, "I don't want to talk about it." She was thankful that for once, she wasn't thinking about her responsibilities, but that didn't make what she was thinking about any less odd.

"Come on," he prodded. "You don't have to tell me if you really don't want to, but I promise that I won't judge. Even if you might think it's silly or something." She twisted around a little bit to place a quick kiss on his cheek.

"I was thinking about the moon. You know, that it's made of cheese. I was wondering what kind of cheese it would be made of." He smiled and looked up at the full moon in the sky and couldn't help but to feel a little calmed by her thoughts.

"Well," he began, "obviously. It's moon cheese. We, on Earth, haven't had the chance to taste it, yet. So, obviously, we don't have anything like it on we would be able to compare it to." He paused and shrugged. "Or, maybe it's just moonster." She giggled at his pun and relaxed a little more, leaning onto him even more than she was before that.

"Silly me," she began through a yawn. "Here I was, thinking that it was camoonbert or something like that. Your answer makes much more sense."

"I love you, princess," he whispered to her. "You should go to sleep, though. You have to be up early for the internship tomorrow."

"Stay with me until I fall asleep?"

"Of course, princess." The two of them went to her bet and he sat up while she curled up against him to go to sleep. He purred while she drifted to sleep and it was the best sleep that she felt like she had gotten in months.