Gwaine gets arrested again and Arthur and Gwen have taken him in to straighten him out. Humor is a bonus (sidhe_faerie)
The Incident - Arthur/Gwen, Gwaine - G
They were doing fine until The Incident.
Gwaine decided to replace alcohol with sweets. That's often the problem with impulsive personalities: they just transfer their addictions.
Lemon drops. Bubble gum. Lollies. Twizzlers.
And chocolate. So, so much chocolate.
Gwen couldn't understand how Gwaine could consume so much sugar and still keep his underwear-model physique. It quite irked her, in fact.
Arthur couldn't understand how Gwaine seemed unable to find a trash bin for the candy wrappers. They littered their previously-spotless home, each one causing Arthur's blood pressure to rise one point.
Then he was on to baked goods. The local bakery was making a fortune from him. When Gwen recommended he save his money, he endeavored to bake his own.
Until The Incident.
Smoke billowing from the oven. Fire alarms blaring.
Two-thirty in the morning.
"Gwaine, what the bloody hell?" a half-naked Arthur had shouted (once they determined their house was not, in fact, burning down).
Gwaine looked guiltily from the tray of burnt blobs to the dented pint of Ben & Jerry's cookie dough ice cream to Arthur and Gwen.
"Um, I wanted cookies?"
"Wait. You… dug the cookie dough balls out of the ice cream and tried to bake them?" Gwen asked.
"Seemed like a good idea at the time…"
"At… 500 degrees?"
"I was in a hurry?"
"I just can't…" Gwen throws her arms in the air. "Your idea to take him in, Arthur, you help him clean up. I'm going back to bed."
A/N: 500 degrees Fahrenheit, BTW. That's 260 Celsius, for those metrically inclined.
The idea of trying to bake the cookie dough balls from the ice cream is not mine, unfortunately. I actually know how to bake and have no need for such shenanigans.