Ta- na- na- na, the cooking scene. I hope it meets your expectationes. :)

'I am ready! What are we going to cook?' she asked in a merry voice.

'French fries.' He said smiling upon her giving out a small snort at the word French, 'They're actually really good, you'll like them. And I figured we could cook a chicken in the oven, to eat it with the fries. This way you'll learn how to use the oven as well as the stove. Start with the fries, shall we?' said Matt pointing at a bag filled with potatoes and putting on a big grin. 'French fries are actually fried potatoes.'

'Then why are they called French fries?' she said in a revolted voice.

'I don't know… Just because.'

They proceeded to washing and peeling the potatoes. He showed her how to use the potato peeler taking her hands in his, just like a teacher does when she teaches a child how to hold a pencil when writing. This closeness between the two of them caused Matt's heart to beat faster. He realized it was the first time since they had met that they were so close, in such a peaceful manner, having all the time in the world and nothing to worry about, just live the moment. He enjoyed the few moments in which he held her close like an eternity of blissfulness. This was his piece of heaven.

Having finished peeling the potatoes, they moved on to trickier things, like slicing them, but fortunately, Emily managed the task without hurting herself.

After this they directed their attention towards the chicken.

'You're telling me I have to touch this… thing?' she said when Matt put the bird in front of her.

'Well, the whole point of today was to teach you how too cook, but if you feel touching a dead bird is below your dignity…' he said putting on a smirk.

'Are you mocking me again?' she articulated, rising an eyebrow and responding with a smirk to his.

She grabbed the chicken by the tip of its wings with the tips of her fingers, lifted it and pretended she knew what she was supposed to do with it. She soon gave up and asked Matt:

'So what exactly am I supposed to do with it?'

He delayed answering her question just a bit, as he smiled and enjoyed the playful moment.

They prepared the chicken together, laughing and joking about birds.

Then they returned to the potatoes, frying them in oil. It took Emily just a moment of misplaced attention to get burned due to being splashed with hot oil. In an instant, Matt left everything aside and came to tend to her. He hated it when he wasn't able to keep her from harm's way.

'Matt?' she asked as he was bandaging her arm, 'what's that smell?'

'What? Ow, shait! That was our meal.'

'What do you mean?'

'Well, fries and the chicken just got toasted.'

He got up, and followed by her, he went to the cooker to see what could be saved of the food. He took the fries of the stove, and looked in the oven. Both the chicken and the fries were covered in a black crust, being completely inedible.

'Humpf… that much for cooking.' she said folding her arms across chest.

'You did OK.'

'So what are we going to eat now?'

'Dunno… How about we go out to grab a bite?'

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