Happy Birthday UnderATree22 (I thought I'd tag your current username since this was under your old one ^_^!!!!!!!!!!!! :)

*Emma and Jafar are in their bedroom, and Jafar is getting ready to go into the office for work. They just arrived back home very late the night before from their week long mini honeymoon at the hotel.*

Jafar: *tying his tie* I'm sorry I have to leave you so soon.

Emma: *who is sitting on the edge of the bed and swinging her feet back and forth* it's okay! It will give me time to unpack everything!

*Jafar had bought the house upon him visiting Emma in Arizona before he had moved there, and a few days before the wedding, they had both moved into it. Neither of them had had time to settle in yet, and Emma loved to decorate and arrange things, and was looking forward to it.*

Jafar: *smiling* I'm glad. I feel really bad about it.

Emma: *rolling her eyes and tilting her head to the side* Jaaaafar! Don't feel bad! I will unpack, and watch some movies and I will order some groceries and make you a HUGE happy our first official day living together dinner!

Jafar: Aw that is very sweet of you but you don't have to do that! I can pick up something on my way back!

Emma: *shaking her head* no! I am the wife now! I want to take care of you!

Jafar: Um, that is very sweet Emma, but you don't really know how to cook.

Emma: *in a hurt voice* hey! I can so! I am a gourmet chef!

Jafar: *in amusement* Pouring cereal into a bowl and ordering pizza isn't really being a gourmet chef.

Emma: Hey! I can make pasta and eggs too!

Jafar: *laughing* sorry, how could I have forgotten about that?

Emma: *pouting* I want to make dinner!

Jafar: Honestly, don't worry about it honey, just let me pick something up for tonight. We will go to the store tomorrow or the day after, and we can get groceries and then you can cook.

Emma: Oh Jafar! Please?! I want to cook for you tonight! *she starts to jump up and down.* please! Please! PLEASE!

Jafar: *laughing and putting out his hands to stop her* Okay Emma! Okay! I am sure whatever you make for me will be wonderful!

Emma: *smiling* thank you!

Jafar: *brushing his hair and dabbing cologne on his wrists and behind his ears* okay, I have to go. I'll be back around six In Sha Allah.

Emma: *nodding* okay In Sha Allah. *she holds out her arms* give me a kiss!

*Jafar blushes, and stands there a bit awkwardly. Even though they had been alone for a week, and Emma had pounced on him on their wedding night...and every night since, he still was a bit shy.*

Jafar: *still blushing deeply* okay. *he steps forward and gives her a quick awkward peck, before practically running out of the room.*

Emma: *giggling* so shy! *she skips into the living room, rifles through her movie collection, and decides to watch Mulan just because she feels the fighting sequences are the best to help her unpack Kung Fu style. Before she puts the movie on, she orders groceries online, sets their delivery for one o'clock so she will have enough time to prepare dinner, before she puts her laptop away, turns the movie on full blast, and starts to work. For the next few hours, she starts to work, getting through Mulan and half of Monster's Inc. and the kitchen, living room, and the family room when the groceries are delivered. After putting them away, she finishes up the bathrooms, when it is time to start dinner.*

Emma: *putting on her apron that says 'I Dare You to Kiss Me, I'm A Karate Expert'* Okay! Bismillah! *she pulls out the recipe she printed out from the internet for roasted chicken, and starts to pull out the ingredients. Okay! First, THE CHICKEN!! *she heaves the ginormous chicken onto the island* Wow! You're a fat bird! *she gives the chicken a pat, before looking back at the paper* Next I need potatoes, onions, garlic and carrots. *she adds them to the island* NOW FOR THE SPICES!

*she hurries over to the box of spices that Yasmin sent with her when she moved and rummages through it, holding the recipe paper in front of her*

Emma: Okay so I need salt, pepper, garlic, thyme.*she sets the spices out on the island.* Alright! Preheat the oven at 425 degrees. Okay, where is the preheat button!?

*It takes her twenty minutes to figure out how to preheat the oven.*

Emma: Alright, remove the giblets from the chicken cavity.

*She stares at the paper in horror.*

Emma: OH MY GOD!? I HAVE TO DO WHAT!? *she peers into the cavity of the chicken, and groans* Oh no! *wailing* I HAVE TO PUT MY HAND UP A CHICKEN! I MUST PREPARE FOR THIS FIRST!

*AFTER TEN MINUTES OF FREAKING OUT AND HER PREPARING*

*Emma comes into the room. She is wearing long rubber gloves, goggles, and nose plugs*

Emma: *looking at the chicken* Okay chicken! It's you and me! *she steps forward, and puts her hand inside the cavity, feeling around for the giblets* ew! Ew! IT'S SQUISHY IN HERE! IT SOUNDS LIKE I'M PLAYING IN JELLO! EW EW EW EW EW! *as she pulls out the giblets, she starts to gag, hopping up and down on one foot* Oh my God! IM GOING TO THROW UP! *she hurriedly throws it into the trash, and gives a shudder* YA ALLAH THIS IS HORRIBLE! WHY DID JAFAR MAKE ME COOK!? UGH!

*she looks down at the recipe paper*

Emma: Okay, what is next? Rinse the chicken. *she starts to wash the chicken, gagging again as all this stuff starts to come out* YA ALLAH THIS IS TORTURE! *once she has finishes, she puts it down to dry, shaking her head back and forth as if she is trying to clear the image from her mind* Alright let me quickly move on before I faint from the GROSSNESS! Okay, slice the onions up really thin, and put on the bottom of the baking pan. I can do that!

*she gets out a cutting board, and starts to slice up the onions.*

Emma: *looking at her cut up onions all proudly* wow! It looks so beautiful! *she puts them in the bottom of the pot, before looking back at the recipe* okay, cut up the carrots and potatoes, and add them to the onions. I can do that! *she hurriedly washes and cuts up the vegetables, and adds them to the pan* Yay! I am so good at this! *she looks down at her feet where Iago has just come into the kitchen and is staring up at her* Be prepared Iago for a gourmet feast!

Iago: *Swishing his tail back and forth* meow!

Emma: *reading* Now I have to crush the garlic and mix with the lemon, before pouring over the vegetables! Easy peasy! *she quickly does it* Next add the seasoning to the chicken. One t of salt, one t of pepper, half a t of thyme. *tapping a finger against her chin* hmmm what's is a t again? Is it a big spoon or a little spoon? I can't remember! I better Google it! *she hurriedly takes off the gloves, washes her hands, and rushes to her phone.*

Emma: *groaning* oh no! The internet is out! What am I going to do now?! Mama is working, so is Jafar's Mom! Okay, I'll call Jen! *she dials a number, and sighs in disappointment as she gets a voicemail. She calls Rana and also gets a voicemail and is about to call Maria when she remembers that her sister has class. She also knows that Hud and Rami and Farris are all at work, and she is about to give up hope, when she remembers there is one person who isn't working in an office! She quickly dials a number, and puts the phone up to her ear.*

Emma: Hello? Sami?

Sami: Yes?

Emma: Are you busy?

Sami: Sort of.

Emma: Well, can I ask you something?

Sami: If you make it fast.

Emma: Well how fast?

Sami: Just fast, I'm in the middle of something.

Emma: Okay but can you still me how fast?

Sami: *with a sigh* Emma, you could have told me what you wanted by now!

Emma: Okay, okay. I have a cooking question.

Sami: Emma, do I seem like the type who would know how to cook?

Emma: Well, you've lived alone for the past one hundred years! How have you fed yourself?!

Sami: *in an annoyed voice* I'm very good at dialing the numbers for takeout places.

Emma: Can I still ask you though!?

Sami: Fine, what is it?

Emma: Does the little t in a recipe mean teaspoon or tablespoon?

Sami: Emma, I honestly don't know what a teaspoon or a tablespoon is.

Emma: It's a big spoon or little spoon!

Sami: Why do you have to use a big spoon or a little spoon? Can't you just use a spoon?

Emma: Duh Sami! You have to use the right spoon!

Sami: That's just annoying.

Emma: *retorting* You're annoying!

Sami: *sarcastically* Yeah, I'm the annoying one. Look, I gotta go.

Emma: Okay, bye!

*Sami hangs up and Emma sighs*

Emma:  Dang it! I guess I'll just figure it out myself! *she goes back into the kitchen, and starts to open the spice bottles* okay. So, I guess I'll use the big spoon because it's big enough to draw a smiley face on! *she adds a tablespoon of salt, a tablespoon of pepper, and stares at the thyme* I know it says half a t but I'll just put a full spoon to be on the safe side!

(lol if anyone has eaten food with thyme in it, you know how strong it is. It also is not the best tasting spice, and half a teaspoon is more than enough to make the flavor REALLY REALLY strong! So if Emma is using a full TABLESPOON and three teaspoons equal one tablespoon...lol I'll just leave you with that thought lol)

*Emma continues to throw together her 'gourmet' meal, and when she puts it into the oven she is positively beaming with happiness.* *She sets the timer, and moves back to start another movie while she continues unpacking. By the time Jafar comes home, she is singing at the top of her lungs to Aladdin, and he just stands in the doorway, watching her with a smile*

Emma: *noticing he is there* ooh! Are you spying on me!?

Jafar: *laughing and stepping into the room* I couldn't help it, you look so cute.

Emma: *grinning* well, when you say stuff like that, I can forgive you! *she wraps her arms around his neck, and pulls him down. He gives her a quick kiss much like he had earlier, but when he tries to pull away, she keeps him in place.* *murmuring softly* No, don't leave yet. I missed you, I want to kiss you.

Jafar: *blushing so red he looks slightly like he is sunburned* oh okay.

*After Emma has kissed him enough*

Jafar: *trying to catch his breath* it smells so nice in here!

Emma: Oh really!? I'm so happy! I worked so hard on it!

Jafar: I can tell! What are you making?

Emma: Baked chicken!

Jafar: Wow, I can't wait to eat it In Sha Allah. Is it almost done?

Emma: *nodding* yup! Ten more minutes!

Jafar: Awesome, I am just going to go change and pray Maghrib, and I will be back out to eat with you.

Emma: Sounds good!

*AFTER JAFAR HAS PRAYED AND EMMA HAS TAKEN THE FOOD OUT*

*The two of them are sitting at the table, and Emma is eagerly spooning food onto Jafar's plate.*

Jafar: Woah Emma! I can't eat that much!

Emma: But it's the first meal I cooked when we were married!

Jafar: I know honey, but I don't even eat that much for lunch and dinner combined!

Emma: *who is still putting more spoonfuls on his plate* It's okay, you can finish it all if you really try! *she pauses to stare at his plate, before putting one last scoop on there* Okay Jafar! Eat up!

Jafar: *rubbing his hands together and picking his fork up* I'm so excited! Bismillah! *he puts some chicken, potato and onion on his fork, and puts it in his mouth*

Emma: How is it?! DO YOU LIKE IT?!

Jafar: *who is trying not to throw up* Oh. It's very....um....oh I'm so rude! I can't talk with my mouth full! *he immediately closes his mouth and tries to chew the food, trying not to wince as Emma is watching him like a hawk.*

Emma: *excitedly* well?!

Jafar: *swallowing hard* wow Emma! The chicken is so juicy!

Emma: *nodding* And?!

Jafar: Uh....*he looks down at his plate in a slight panic* and the potatoes are so well cut!

Emma: *clapping her hands together* yay! *she quickly fixes her plate, and sits down. As she starts to put some on her own fork, Jafar watches her worriedly, wondering what he is going to do when she tries it. As she puts some in her mouth, her smile begins to fade the more she chews, and finally she grabs her napkin, spits it out, and starts to drink from her glass*

Jafar: Uh you okay?

Emma: BLAH! THAT WAS HORRIBLE! OH MY GOD! *she glares at Jafar* how did you actually swallow that!? Maybe we should take you to the hospital because obviously there is something wrong with your tastebuds!

Jafar: *laughing and pushing his plate aside* oh honey. I just didn't want to hurt your feelings!

Emma: I can't believe this got messed up! I tried to hard and followed the recipe!

Jafar: Um, well honey. Maybe next time when you use onions, you should peel the skin first?

Emma: Oh.

Jafar: Just a suggestion!

Emma: That's a good idea actually.

Jafar: And also, maybe if you make it again, you can cut off the tops of the carrots?

Emma: Oh. Okay.

Jafar: And can I give you one more suggestion?

Emma: *nodding* okay.

Jafar: Maybe next time you can take the lemon seeds out of the lemon first?

Emma: *giving a sigh* oooooookay.

Jafar: Also, what is that very moldy taste?

Emma: Oh. It might be the thyme.

Jafar: *frowning* but why would it be such a strong moldy taste? I seriously feel like I am going to faint from the taste and smell!

Emma: Before I answer, which one is the little t, a teaspoon or a tablespoon?

Jafar: A teaspoon.

Emma: Uh oh.

Jafar: What?

Emma: Well, I might have used a little more thyme than the recipe called for.

Jafar: How much more?

Emma: Um, well, the recipe called for half a teaspoon.

Jafar: And how much did you use?

Emma: Well, at first I used a full tablespoon.

Jafar: Emma!

Emma: *looking down at the table* and then I added another tablespoon just to make sure I had enough.

Jafar: *shaking his head in amusement* oh sweetheart.

Emma: *letting out a loud wail* oh Jafar! I failed! I'm such a horrible cook! I'm the worst ever! I just wanted to make a nice meal for our first dinner together as a married couple in our home and I *bursting into tears* FAILED!

*She buries her face in her hands and begins to sob, and Jafar gets up, hugging her tightly*

Jafar: *laughing* oh Emma habibti! It was perfect!

Emma: *shaking her head with her face still in her hands* no! it was horrible!

Jafar: You made this dinner with nothing but love, and it is the best dinner I have ever had in my entire life! Thank you for making it for me.

Emma: *looking up at him with a sniff* really?

Jafar: *smiling* of course.

Emma: Well, what are we going to do for dinner now?

Jafar: Would you like to show off your gourmet skills and call for pizza?

Emma: *nodding and wiping the tears off of her face* I would like that very much.