Ill-gotten gains? 👀
Ranboo realizes he knows how to cook on their fourth day straight of ordering takeout when he strides into the tiny kitchen to fry an egg, which Charlie had failed spectacularly at the day before. He knows how much oil to put in, how long to wait, how to crack the shell with one hand. He knows to put a lid over the pan so the whites go opaque and the yolk sets just so, and knows, deep inside, that this is how he likes his eggs done.
When Charlie walks into the living room fluffing his hair dry with their only towel, Ranboo is crying into his egg.












