Tonight E and P decided to bake a pizza. And P decided it would be a great idea if E was in charge of the entire baking process.
And when E asked why he said something along the lines of "Because you have to learn." Which E took to mean he was planning on going on a long trip. Or that he was going behind her back to sign her up for Top Chef.
But E decided to roll with it. And she chopped and kneaded and baked and drank wine and all that jazz.
And when the pizza was done, it looked bomb. Oval shaped, yes, but also bomb. And E knows this because P took one bite and said "this is bomb."
And then together they watched Notting Hill. Until E started dancing to the theme song. And then P looked at E and said, "what is wrong with you?" And E laughed and thought, "Ohhhh, if only you knew."
And it was good.
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