@halfxspider didn't ask for this but i did it anyway
{✗} Her house didn't smell like a BURNING tire, so she'd consider this evening a success based solely on that. An evening alone with her lover, actually ALONE. Even if he had properly destroyed her cooking. (Which...VALID. But I will never tell him that.) Cindy had thrown her hair back into a ponytail, the window in the living room lit with the setting evening sun, and her iPod hooked in the dock playing music softly in the background.
"Are you ever going to tell me where you LEARNED to cook?" Her question came with a soft kiss pressed to his shoulder, delicately moving around him to set the table with plates. "I mean, isn't a trope for Spider-Man to suck at COOKING?" Hence, her inability to boil water. "How do I even know you can COOK?" She teased, a playful grin on her lips.
