Prompt: "This tastes horrible" for Mineel.
Tastebuds
"This tastes horrible."
Minerva tried not to be offended as her husband spat out the freshly baked honey macadamia cookie and grabbed a paper towel to wipe his mouth. Never, in all the years they'd been together, had Gajeel ever spat out anything she'd fed him (well, unless it had been raw of course, but that was never intentional). Not even the fudge brownies that she knew Gajeel hated with a burning passion, despite his loathing of all things sugary and sweet. He'd always stomached them and given her pointers when she'd been experimenting with recipes.
But spit them out? Oh no. That just didn't happen.
"E-Excuse me?" Minerva shrieked, uncharacteristically so as she continued to gawk at the man she had, for some reason, exchanged vows with.
"It tastes horrible," Gajeel repeated. Too much honey, not enough macadamia chips, and way, way too soft in the middle. To Gajeel, that spelled horrible.
Now, Minerva really was offended. Especially when Gajeel made it obvious that he wasn't going to tell her just why it tastes so horrible, and instead just picked up his coffee and laptop and headed for their living room.
Her cookies taste amazing, thank you very much. It wasn't her fault her husband's taste was up his ass (although considering he was a chef and had his own restaurant, Minerva did find that just a little odd at times).
With a huff, Minerva pulled her oven mitts off and threw them onto the bench. "Yeah, well!" she shouted, trailing off when she realised she didn't even have a response. But then she spied the fridge, and she remembered how Gajeel had been spending the entire night before perfecting his famed lasagne dish after a critic had insulted it. She hadn't tried it yet, because she'd been asleep like a normal person, but as far as she knew, it tasted completely disgusting! "W-Well… Well your new lasagne tastes horrible, too!" Minerva shouted into the living room.
She grabbed a fork from the dish-rack and took the cling wrap from the glass dish, and tore off a small corner of the lasagne to shove in her mouth. It was cold, but that didn't stop Minerva from moaning around the mouthful of delicious pasta. It was so good her knees felt weak for a moment.
Five minutes later, Gajeel returned to the kitchen to find his wife sitting on the floor with the dish of cold lasagne on her lap, and crying over how much she did, in fact, love it.