After a few moments of Phoenix's frantic protests and Edgeworth's know-it-all remarks as the defence attorney was half-dragged across the white, cold, tiled floor, the two of them arrived at the kitchen. Without warning, Edgeworth hastily let go of his firm grip on Phoenix in order to dash to the other side of the, slightly worn with time, wooden door. Phoenix stumbled backwards slightly, grumbling under his breath. Edgeworth had clearly grabbed something in his hands, as Phoenix noticed the sudden slight tension in his upper left arm and the discreet twitching on the sides of his mouth as he struggled to suppress a smile.
"What is it..." Phoenix's voice clearly expressed his fatigue, and he was too lazy to even try and add a questioning tone to his voice. Edgeworth swiftly brought his hand out in front of Phoenix, clutching a pastel-pink, frilly apron. The ribbons, which were meant to be used to tie it around oneself, hung lifelessly on either side, succumbing to gravity.
"Huh?" Phoenix frowned at it.
"Wear it." Edgeworth grinned as he thrust it towards his unaware boyfriend.
"Aargh!" The defence attorney's muffled cry crept out from somewhere among the material - which had landed on his head.
"Wear it, Ukey-boy!" Edgeworth tried his best to suppress his laughter, but failed miserably after a few moments of watching Phoenix struggle to get it off of his head.
"S-Stop laughing...!" A few seconds later Phoenix emerged from underneath the cloth, gripping it tightly and looking bemused.
"Sorry..!" Edgeworth spluttered, clutching his side due to the stitch that had formed;
"You just looked so..." He paused, searching his vocabulary for the right word.
"Helpless,"
"Helpless? Give me a break-"
"Anyway, before you rip my head off, care to put the thing on?" Phoenix rolled his eyes;
"Why aren't you wearing one?"
"I'm going to."
"You put yours on first." Phoenix put a hand on his hip. If he made him put his apron on first, he could be sure this wasn't some sort of 'uke trap' like the ones he'd fallen straight into on various other occasions.
"Mm, feeling feisty today, are we? Alright, I'll do what you say - just this once - but don't get the wrong impression." Edgeworth planted a hand on Phoenix's shoulder;
"I'm still the seme here."
"Yeah, yeah, enough of the smug attitude." Phoenix grinned at him as he watched him produce another garment from behind the door. This time it was a plain white apron.
"Yours isn't frilly or pink?"
"Mine isn't frilly or pink."
"But mine is?"
"But yours is."
"Uhh... Why?" Phoenix flushed a light pink, complimenting his apron perfectly, as he watched Edgeworth slip his head through his own apron's ribbons.
"Because you look adorable in it," Edgeworth smiled and, before Phoenix could say another word, abruptly added;
"Look, I've got mine on, now it's your turn!"
"But-"
"No buts! You agreed to this!" Edgeworth quickly snatched the apron from Phoenix's clammy hands and put it on him - with little cooperation from the flustered defence attorney.

"See? You look fine!" Edgeworth snorted, gently stretching Phoenix's arm out in front of him.
"No! I look ridiculous!" Phoenix cried out, his eyes finally resting on the cleverly concealed, darker pink writing inscribed on the stomach area of the cloth. Phoenix raised an eyebrow as he read it, smiling slightly.

He'd recognise that handwriting anywhere.

"I see you've noticed my addition," Edgeworth cheekily grinned;
"Like it?" Phoenix didn't respond for a moment as he read it over;
'#1 Gay'
He spluttered with laughter.
"It's perfect,"
"Do you like mine?" Edgeworth placed a hand on his hip and stuck his tongue out, striking a confident pose. After Phoenix's eyes had scanned the whole sentence - inscribed in jet-black sharpie - he couldn't help but stifle an embarrassed snort, covering his mouth with his hands as he laughed;
'I may be afraid of earthquakes, but I sure know how to shake things up in the bedroom.'
"Edgeworth..! That's...!" He was unable to finish his sentence due to his constant laughter. The prosecutor's smirk widened and he interlocked his hand with his boyfriend's, pulling Phoenix forwards, towards the kitchen.
"Enough digressing! It's time to cook." Phoenix seemed to have forgotten his past fear about the terrible fire that had occurred the last time he'd stepped into a kitchen in light of the confidence and passion that Edgeworth's firm, loving grip gave him. He felt ready.

His feeling of readiness was slightly dampened, though, as he laid eyes on the room before him. Laden with various pieces of equipment: a shiny, silver oven in the left corner (next to the door), a large, metal sink basin to the right of the oven and, facing directly opposite the door, there were a few cupboards and a large, white fridge/freezer - which had been embellished with various 'selfies' and pictures of Edgeworth and Phoenix together over the years, along with a few important case-files and magnets to pin everything up in a rather orderly, pristine manner - all of which had been maintained and kept in working order by his pedantic prosecutor boyfriend. As the defence attorney suspiciously eyed the darkened sky's little light creep in through the window above the sink and bathe the room in a dim glow, Phoenix couldn't help but feel that this room was a disaster waiting to happen. Edgeworth stepped inside with an overwhelming wave of confidence, pulling the reluctant Phoenix with him. The defence attorney's heart began to pound rapidly, kick-starting the electric surge of his adrenaline racing around his body and making him feel queasy.
"Are you alright?" Edgeworth's voice took on a concerned tone, and he stopped walking into the kitchen and turned to face his boyfriend, looking him directly in the eye. Phoenix's face flushed pink as he realised how feeble he looked and he instantly reacted;
"I-I'm fine. Let's just get this over with,"
"Hey, Ukey-boy," Edgeworth stepped towards Phoenix.
"You know I wasn't being one-hundred percent serious about what I said earlier about you having to do this, right? I'd much rather you're comfortable than forcing you into something you don't like." Phoenix could feel the prosecutor's warm breath on his neck, sneaking down his shirt, and heard the soft patter of rain against the window, begging to be let in. He couldn't turn this man down.
"I-I'm fine... Don't worry, I'll manage. I-I want to spend more time with you,"
"Bless your heart, Phoenix." Edgeworth's worried expression relaxed slightly and gave way to a welcoming smile as he pecked the defence attorney's forehead lightly;
"I'm just so lucky to have someone so forgiving."
"Aww, is someone getting soppy?" Phoenix grinned as he said this, eager to get their usual cocky banter fired up again.
"Wow, you really are feeling feisty today!" Edgeworth placed a hand on his hip;
"Challenge accepted." He beamed back at Phoenix, who took a deep, shaky breath and stepped forward, towards the marble countertop.
"So, where do we begin?"

The next 10 minutes were filled with Edgeworth's, rather specific, instructions about which ingredients to prepare to Phoenix, a lot of confusion and their usual game of 'banter-tennis'. Eventually, the 2 of them somehow managed to each have their own dough rolled out in front of them - which they were now adjusting.

"What shape is yours going to be then, hmm?" Phoenix suddenly let a shocked, profound squawk escape his lips as he heard Edgeworth's voice above him and felt a tight grip around his waist, accompanied by something soft nuzzling his hair. He sharply turned around and felt his shoulders instantly relax;
"Don't scare me like that!"
"But that's my job." Edgeworth smirked.
"U-Ugh! There's only so many times you can use that excuse, you know..." Phoenix grumbled.
"Nope. I'm the seme, so I can do whatever I see fit, Ukey-boy," Phoenix blushed at his comment, feeling helpless.
"Wh-whatever! What do you mean 'what shape' anyway?"
"Do you not have any creative sense, Cutie? I mean what shape your pizza is going to be." Edgeworth grinned and lightly brushed his lips against his boyfriend's silky black hair as he spoke.
"Pizzas are conventionally circular, you know..." Phoenix quietly groaned as Edgeworth continued to lovingly harass him;
"Yeah, but why should you have to conform to society? Pizzas don't have to be circular."
"But Edgeworth.... What shape?" The defence attorney chuckled to himself, as he assumed that he'd finally stumped Edgeworth's infamous 'basic logic'.
"Ukey-boy, I thought you'd have more sense than to ask me that question, for you should know I'm going to take any opportunity there is to turn something into an inuendo." Phoenix simply laughed;
"I have no clue what you mean?"
"A dick, Phoenix. That's what I mean." Edgeworth grinned as Phoenix's amused snort escaped his lips.

Not even someone innocent could resist laughing at Edgeworth's dirty jokes, after all.

"Edgewoooorth...! That was un-ahah-called for!"
"Hey, you're the one who asked!"
"B-But still..!" Phoenix grinned down at the dough he'd been rolling out in front of him, trying his very best to hide his amusement in order to not cater to Edgeworth's ego.
"Fine... Then how about we make it the shape of...."

Edgeworth's eyes scanned the room.