Cuphead opened his eyes the following morning with an overwhelming sense of joy, hoping to see his love laying next to him. To his surprise, he was alone in bed, only to be greeted by the smell of breakfast coming another room. He got up, put on his gloves and headed to the kitchen, where he was promptly greeted by his new significant other. Hilda smiled as she saw Cuphead and began placing a stack of flapjacks on a plate. "Good morning sweetie, I hope you slept well! I made you some pancakes for breakfast." She placed the plate on her table and went over and gave her lover a peck on the check. Cuphead blushed wildly as Hilda kissed him. "Awe, thanks Hilda, your the best." He sat at the table and ate his special breakfast, as Hilda sat next to him with a cup of coffee. The young man devoured the pancakes, enjoying every last bite. "Wow, Hilda these are great! You are such a great cook!" Hilda held her head proudly, flaunting her eyes at him. "Oh, just another one of my grandma's recipes." When Cuphead finished up his food, he grabbed Hilda's hand, holding it tightly. Hilda returned this gesture; both began to blush. "Hilda, can I ask you something?" The young women looked at her partner a little worried. "Of course! Is something wrong?" Cuphead shook his head. "Not at all. I was just wondering something." Hilda raised a brow, looking a bit skeptical. Cuphead blushed, hoping not to embarrass himself. "Are we a couple now? I know we love each other, but is it official now? Did I even have to ask?" Hilda giggled as she saw him get flustered. "I'd say we are. I mean we did just sleep in the same bed together." Cuphead smiled, relieved by that conformation. "Ok, I just didn't want to make sure you are OK with it and everything …" Hilda looked at him and smiled. "Always thinking about how I feel… just another reason I love you." Both of them exchanged stary looks, only to be interrupted by the sound of a clock marking the hour; it was 10 in the morning. Cuphead jumped when he saw the time! "Oh no! I need to get home! Elder Kettle is probably worried sick!" He hurried and put on his shoes as he walked past Hilda. "Hey, I'm going to run home and get cleaned up for the day. Can I come back later Today?" Hilda walked over and pulled him in a hug. "Please do! And give my regards to your brother and Mr. Kettle for me!" Cuphead smiled as he broke from the hug. "Of course. I'll be back in a bit!" Right before he walked out, he came to a sudden realization. "Oh Hilda! I almost forgot." Hilda stood there puzzled. "What?" Cuphead blushed and smirked. "I love you." Hilda smiled softly as he reminded her of his charm. "I love you too." With that Cuphead hurried home only to find Elder Kettle sitting outside their home in his favorite lawn chair. The old man turned to see him and smiled. "Cuphead my boy, welcome home. You almost had me worrying!" Feeling a bit guilty, Cuphead apologized and explained the events that had unfolded the previous night. Elder Kettle unearthed a hardy laugh. "Oh Cups, I'm not mad! I'm happy for you! It's good to see you and Ms. Berg happy together, like your brother and Ms. Maria. Just be a gentleman like I raised you." Cuphead looked at his grandpa with admiration. "Thank you Elder Kettle. I will treat her with only respect and love her with all my heart. Oh yeah, She said to give you her regards by the way." Elder Kettle laughed a bit. "That a boy! Now go get cleaned up, never leave a lady waiting! And give her mine as well!" Cuphead dashed into the house and and got ready for the day ahead. He showered, put on fresh clothes, brushed his teeth, and put on a bit of calone. After getting all ready, he decided to pick a few flowers from the nearby meadow for his sweetheart. Soon his heart began to flutter, as he as on his way to see his true love.