Lassiter shoved the food into his mouth.
"Sooo….?"
Lassiter fought hard not to gag. Pineapple ice cream tacos = gross! "Uh, great Shawn." He said when he had his gag reflex under control.
Shawn glared. "The spirits are telling me you're lying."
Lassiter put the gross taco thing down. "I'm sorry Shawn!" Shawn pouted. "Shawn." He ignored the older man. Lassiter leaned over the table and gave Shawn a kiss.
Shawn grinned. "I don't care if you don't like my cooking if you do that every time."
They both smiled. They loved each other, bad cooking (or taste) and all.