“yeah. see the way your face scrunches up at my food sometimes,” danny admits, using his fork to cut his chicken up. “figured i’d learn to make stuff that you like.”
“proud of you,” danny says with a chuckle, cheeks red from the kiss and he moves to grab his plate. “been learning how to make other stuff for you, though.”
“why the hell not?” danny asks, clearly disapproving with a frown tugging at his lips. “i told you to bring a granola bar or something in case you got busy.”
danny chuckles, going back for his own plate. “you’d swear you haven’t eaten in a month,” he says, setting it down next to her before grabbing a couple of drinks from the fridge.
jo hums, and although it’s usually kind of gross when he cooks so healthy, she isn’t really eaten all day so she’s not about to start complaining. “thank god.”