"What are you doing?"

Gwen raised a delicate eyebrow, as Kevin ripped yet another long strip of duct tape free from the roll. "Taking precautions," he said, and then turned to Ben. "Ben, a little help here."

"Got it," Ben replied. He grabbed a pillow and placed the pillow on his torso as Kevin used the tape to secure it in place. They repeated this until most of Kevin's body was cloaked in pillows. "There," Ben declared. "You're ready."

"Are you sure this is enough protection?" Kevin asked worriedly. "I think I need something else."

Gwen gaped as he placed a helmet on his head. She began to wonder about the sanity of her boyfriend. "Seriously Kevin? A helmet?"

Kevin feigned chest pains and did his best impression of a puppy's pout. "Don't you want me to be safe?"

"No," Gwen stated dryly. Kevin crossed his arms. Well, at least he tried to; the pillows were making it a bit difficult. Gwen groaned in exasperation. "You're being ridiculous!"

"No I'm not," Kevin replied solemnly. He then averted his gaze elsewhere and when he looked back, Gwen swore she saw a fire burning bright in his eyes. "This is probably the most dangerous mission I will ever face. I need to be prepared."

"Danger?" Gwen asked skeptically. "And what danger might this be?"

Kevin smirked. "You know exactly what it is and I'm not taking any chances."

Gwen felt the frustration burn through her veins. "Kevin, you're just gonna have dinner with my parents. Don't be so dramatic."