somethingwithturquoise | MHA #4; Wednesday Evening [02/14].

Summer was, once again, shirking her duties at Caritas for something a little more private and exclusive, and Tino was going to have to get over it and it wasn't her fault that he didn't have anything better to do for Valetnine's Day that evening, unlike her, who definitely did, and if he wanted her there that evening, well, he should have enticed her there with a better off than getting high and making dinner and then probably having way too much of whatever dessert Stark was bringing, which would be worth it, because of course he was going to try and go all out with it to impress her.

So after warning Tino that she was blocking his number and if there was a bar emergency, he should maybe try calling, oh, she didn't know, their boss instead, she went back to getting everything set out and ready for what they would need to whip up the (literally) cheesy Valentine's day inspired recipe she found that Stark would appreciate because he was a nerd, some garlic knots to go with it, and, like, a salad, so it wasn't all just 'yes, we're literally just eating cheese and bread for dinner.'

But, look, that cheese and bread was going to be insane once those gummies kicked in.

[[ for the guy bringing the dessert! ]]

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"What if it isn't a dramatic cake? What if it's terrible?" Stark asked with a grin that clearly indicated it was no such thing.

"We can wait then, until after dinner. And have some nacho chip flavored alcohol now."

Of course he also wanted to try it. It was just so bizarre sounding he had to.

"And then cook?"

"You wouldn't have gotten me a terrible cake," said Summer, with the utmost confidence on that fact aa she cracked open the bottle. "And yes," she began to pour a little into each glass, "a little nacho chip booze, then we cook."

She picked up one glass and handed the other to Stark and went to clink them together.

"Cheers."

"I would never," Stark confirmed. "Not for something so serious as cake."

Unless it would be very, very funny and even then he would have a backup dessert.

He hesitated for a very brief moment, wondering if he ought to make a different toast, then just smiled and echoed "cheers" before taking a sip.

"It's...odd."

Summer's own sip was very light, very tentative, and then she sipped a little more, her head tilting in thought.

"Is it really not that bad," she wondered, "or are my tastebuds just broken at this point?"

"I think it's all right," Stark said. "Unless you've broken me too. I don't know that I'd drink a lot of it but it's not terrible. And...you should definitely give it to other people next week in jello."

He grinned again and set his glass down. "But this week, tonight, I get you all to myself. Should we cook? Are those pepperoni shaped like hearts?"

"Oh, it's definitely going into some jello," Summer vowed (threatened?), giving it one more sip herself for posterity's sake before setting down the glass and turning her attention toward the food as well.

"And they are! That's hoe they had it on the picture, so of course I had to do it, too."

She loved a theme, goddammit, and how cute was it doing to look on her Insta?

"And we've also got stuff for garlic knots to dip into the pizza and a salad, too."

Hopefully the very pretty cake would make it on to her socials too!

"It sounds perfect," Stark said. "Thank you. I've never made a garlic knot. I've eaten them from Raiden. What's first?"

He paused, then stepped in. "This?" Look, it was time for a kiss. One that tasted of Dorito booze.

So it was. Summer had been trying to think of a good way to slip a kiss on there while the flavor of the drink was still there on her lips, so it was a pleasant surprise when Stark actually beat her to the punch.

And maybe that's what made her linger on returning it that went well past it having anything to do with Doritos-flavored alcohol.

"Well, I was going to say preheating the oven and getting the dough or cheese mix going, but this works, too."

Stark was getting better about taking initiative. Summer was a very good influence in that regard.

"The oven can preheat while we do this," he pointed out, not pulling away at all but rather settling a hand on her waist to keep her close.

"Or we could start the dough."

MHA #4; Wednesday Evening [02/14].

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