Prompt: Imagine your OTP cuddling to watch a movie in bed. Person B remembers Person A wanted a snack! [Craziness ensues.]

Chell's laptop was nicely propped open before them. Wheatley was leaning into her, with her head nestled right in his shoulder. They were both warm under the blanket and totally comfortable, ready to start the movie.

But right before Chell hit play, Wheatley jumped.

"Wait! I didn't get your snack!"

Chell sighed, but before she could tell Wheatley it was fine that he forgot, he was scrambling to get out from under the covers.

"Be careful!" she cried, but it came a moment too late as Wheatley fell over, blanket wrapped around his ankle!

"Oof! Man alive, that would've really done a number if I had skin and bones like you. Ouch, hang on, Chell, Chell it's caught me! Pull it off tell it to let go!"

"Wheatley, it's the blanket."

"…Oh." Folding himself so he could reach the blanket, Wheatley untied himself and scrambled to his feet, running towards the kitchen.

…What did Chell want again? She might have wanted peanut butter and crackers, but that required a plate. And he remembered that chips often required water with them because they were… sour? No, no, they were salty, yeah, that was it.

Grabbing the bags and pouring a mix of potato chips and tortilla chips into a bowl, and then grabbing the jar of salsa and a bag of cookies, Wheatley hurried back to the bedroom, where Chell was patiently waiting for him, laptop at her side.

Grinning at her while holding up the snacks, he stepped forwards –

And proceeded to trip over the edge of the blanket, snacks flying everywhere. Chell managed to lunge forward and catch the glass jar of dip, but everything else hit the floor with crunches and the chips covered the floor.

The silence passed for a few moments, until a word found it's way through Wheatley's processors.

"Sorry…"

Chell smiled, reaching her free hand forward to ruffle his hair. But then he went off on a tangent in an attempt to apologize further.

"I didn't mean to spill the chips, luv! The blanket was there, must've left it on the floor after I had it around my ankle, and then oh goodness, if you hadn't caught that jar, man alive, it might've cracked and there would be that dip all over the floor! Who knows what mess it would've been then?!"

"You're fine, Wheatley," she finally said, hand moving down to take his own. "Thank you for getting me so many snacks. I realized a little too late I didn't tell you what to get, and you made many good choices."

Wheatley brightened, visibly happy that his girlfriend had complimented his choice in snack for her. "So… you're not mad at me?"

Chell shook her head, but responded, "However, you're going to be the one who cleans all of this up."

Wheatley sighed, but stood up, saying, "Fine by me, luv."

After collecting the chips off the ground and getting her the tortilla chip bag, he settled back onto the bed next to her, and while she paused before starting the movie, Wheatley made no more outbursts, and the rest of the night was spent next to each other, laughing and talking and watching.