Prompt: "I cooked for us! Or tried to cook..."

Word count: 331

Your shopping trip with your friends had been exhausting, and you were dying to have some food. So you had told your boyfriend Peter that you'll be cooking as soon as you get your jacket off. But Peter, being a gentleman, had decided to surprise you.

Coming home and seeing your home full of smoke was terrifying, and caused you to run into the kitchen, fearing you had it in full flames. But as you saw Peter holding a frying pan and flailing a kitchen towel with his other hand, your fear was quickly replaced with frustration.

"Peter, what on earth are you doing?!" you yelled as you coughed in the middle of black smoke.

Peter turned around, holding a smoking frying pan with something black in the middle of it. "I cooked for us!" he was smiling widely, until he looked down to the pan and frowned. "Or tried to cook... sorry."

Before you could answer him anything, the fire alarm started beeping which caused Peter to flinch, throwing the towel to the side and using his web to shut the alarm. Silence ensued, which you broke by groaning as you opened the windows and let the breeze take the smoke from your apartment.

"Maybe when you wanna surprise me the next time, you could just order some pizza or Chinese... less mess and noise. And I wouldn't be so red right now..." you said as you took the frying pan from Peter and put the black thing, which distantly reminded you of french fries, to the trash.

"I... I'm sorry. But I could order some food now? Or take you out on a dinner?" he fiddled with his hands, clearly embarrassed that he messed his surprise up with one of the worst ways and you couldn't hold any frustration towards him up for long.

So you smiled at him and leaned to place a faint kiss on his cheek, before mumbling, "you've been forgiven. And... dinner would be nice."