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Prompt: 10 from https://writersblockbecomesunblocked.tumblr.com/post/169411661076/dialogue-writing-prompts-20: 'This tastes like paint thinner and bad decisions.'

Summary: You try to make a new dish for your anniversary – it does not go well.

Warnings: None other than bad food

Words: 350

Today was your anniversary and thus you'd attempted a new dish with the hopes of creating a nice night in for yourself and George. Alas it was quite a finickity dish that you really should've started working on way earlier on.

The door clicked open as you added the courgette pieces to the pan; their simmering sounds mixing like music with the steps of George coming up behind you. In cliché fashion, he pulled you into a hug from behind pressing a kiss to your head, 'Hi beautiful.'

'How was work?'

'Eh, the usual,' his hands on your waist slowly turned you around so your eyes could meet, 'what's cooking?'

The timer rang. You untangled yourself. Grabbing the serving spoon you dished out an equal amount before turning off the heat. The corners of your mouth rose as you saw that George had moved the plates to the table and was now adjusting the radio. A melodic tune resonated throughout the apartment above the shop creating the romantic atmosphere you'd wanted when you found the recipe for the dish. You were sure you heart eyes for him right now but quite frankly how could you not? He even went as far to pull out your chair for you, 'Milady,' he joked.

'Why what a wonderful handsome gentlemen I have as my boyfriend,' you returned with a grin and glint in your eye. His familiar chuckle filled the room.

You both dug into your meals with what could be described as excited caution: would you like it?

Swallowing the first mouthful your face crinkled at the unpleasant taste and unfortunate texture. You put your fork down and looked over to see George's face in a similar state who met your eyes before sticking his tongue out childishly, 'This tastes like paint thinner and bad decisions.'

'Oh Merlin, you're completely right,' you broke out in a haze of laughter. George's homely cackle following yours as you just lavished in the hilarious failure of your anniversary dinner.

Eventually, you both calmed down enough to regain some form of rational thought. 'Take out then?'

'Oh definitely.'