What the Hell? [Lacy/Punk]

She shook her head and thumped him lightly on the forehead before going to start cooking.

"Ow." he pouted as he went to the living room to watch tv.

She shook her head as she brought the water to a boil and put the pasta in.

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A little while later, Lacy finished stirring the spaghetti and the sauce together. "Food's ready," she called.

"Coming dear." he chuckled.

"Har har." She chuckled.

"What?" he chuckled.

"You get no food." She poked her tongue out at him.

"But I'm hungry."

"You mocked me."

"I'm sorry."

She turned around to face him with a smirk. "You just want to eat."

"Well yeah." he chuckled.

"I don't know." She narrowed her eyes at him.

"Please?" he pouted as he kissed her lightly.

"Phil... that's not fair." She whined.

"What's not fair?"

"You know what I'm talking about." she chuckles. "Get a plate."

He nodded and went to get a plate for himself.

"You need one too?"

"I'll eat later."

"You mean...you won't join me?" he pouted.

"Stop pouting." She pouts back.

"But I thought you'd join me."

"I'm not all that hungry. I cooked for you."

"Fine. I'll just eat here, all alone...without someone else eating with me...bored..."

"I can sit with you and drink a Pepsi." She offered.