"God what's that smell?" Leon hummed to himself when he opened his front door. He waved his hands about trying to get rid of the burning smell; he noticed nothing was on fire so where was this smell of burning coming from?

"Leon..." Whimpered Claire, Leon could guess she was probably in the kitchen. This was the third day in a row she had attempted to make a meal coming home from work and it had gone horribly wrong. He should have guessed where the burning smell was coming from straight away. He quickly sprinted to the door of the kitchen and stopped. He needed to smile and tell her it was fine she was an absolutely crap cook. He sighed; hoping the damage of the kitchen wouldn't be that bad compared to the smell and took a deep breath, before opening the door.

"Claire honey, what did you try and make?" He asked gently walking up behind his girlfriend. She had cute pink oven gloves on and was currently holding a silver baking tray in front of her. Leon looked down to try and make out what it was but it was too burnt and black to be able too.

"I tried to make you a cake..." She said gloomy, staring sadly at the burnt "cake".
"Babe you really don't have too, I have your love that's all I need." Leon replied back honestly, he then hugged Claire from behind tightly.

"But you don't understand, I've followed recipes, I've watched cooks on the T.V and I never even get close." Claire, then shrugged Leon off her shoulders and emptied the cake tin in the bin, chucked the cake tin in anger at the sink and then flung her oven gloves off.

"Claire I'm sure one day you'll perfect it. Just give it time..." Leon whispered in her ear, she needed a big long loving embrace right now. She did get angry over the little things and it seemed to be more than ever at the moment.

"But you don't understand..." She repeated again.
"What don't I understand?"
"Girls are supposed to be good cooks and make nice food for the boyfriends..."
"And Claire when have you ever cared about what girls are "supposed" to do" He chuckled and went to embrace her again. "You're the most tomboyish girl I've known in my entire life and if I wanted a girly girl I wouldn't be with you now."

"Kennedy as if that makes it any better!" She huffed and pouted. "You know what this means?" She smiled and the glitter in her blue eyes seemed to return with joy.
"What Miss. Redfield!?" He grinned; he knew what she meant entirely.
"TICKLE FIGHT!" She screamed and flipped him over onto the hard cold kitchen floor.