Agent Ham

Do not, I mean it, Do not imagine your OTP in the kitchen cooking breakfast together, one standing at the stove as the other is hugging them from behind, resting their heads on the back of their neck and stealing sleepy kisses. I promise this will cause fluffy-cuteness overload and it’s not good for your health.

"Oh, you don’t have to do that!" she gave him a smile, but didn’t protest any further. She watched Steve begin to pile food on his tray, and grinned widely. Finally someone with sense. Ham too began to place item after item of food on her tray, filling every inch of space, "I like when I can get here and it- it’s like once a month, but they have like a BBQ day. Ribs, if you’ve ever had their ribs here. Oh my god, I don’t know how they do it."

"Nonsense, it’s my pleasure." He smiled and left it at that. Steve let out a soft laugh at her words, she was quite enthusiastic. "Oh? I must have missed those days in the past. Is it really that good? I’ve had Barbeque before, but it’s been a very long time." He gave a shrug, piled a dessert  on his already full plate before moving on to pay. 

Suggest two people for my muse to have a threesome with and my muse will tell you yes or no.

"Oh, you don't have to do that!" she gave him a smile, but didn't protest any further. She watched Steve begin to pile food on his tray, and grinned widely. Finally someone with sense. Ham too began to place item after item of food on her tray, filling every inch of space, "I like when I can get here and it- it's like once a month, but they have like a BBQ day. Ribs, if you've ever had their ribs here. Oh my god, I don't know how they do it."