"Fletcher, I'm starting to think that this new obsession of yours is rather unhealthy…"
"What? Why?" Fletcher squeaks, vocal register going up by about an octaves. "What have I done now?"
"Well, it's not so much anything that you've done. I mean, I've always known about your addiction-prone personality…"
"Oh God, you're going to break up with me, aren't you?"
"I mean, your hair was the last one…"
"You just had to bring that up, didn't you?"
"And now apparently it's cooking… Fletcher, I love you. I know that you know this, because I tell you on a fairly regular basis, and you do tend to acknowledge this as fact. However, Fletcher, there is a tint of the distinctly masochistic, possibly even the borderline suicidal, in your fascination with burning up meat."
"You know I'm not trying to ruin all the food I cook, right? It just… Happens."
"It still scares me. Sometimes I just want the old Fletcher back, the one who cares about his hair far too much."
"Well, I'm sorry, but I happen to enjoy cooking, and I'm not about to change because you tell me to!"
"I knew there was a reason why I love you…"
A/N: Kehe :3
~Mademise Morte, December 14