The fuck is this cushion doing here, babe? You think this looks tidy?
my brother was here last week…
Are you telling me your brother came here and just threw these cushions around like a slob? What the hell is wrong with him? I can't believe he disrespected our home like that! picks up the cushion and puts it back where it belongs
Mad? I'm not mad, babe. I'm just trying to keep everything neat and organized. It's called having standards, you know? fluffs the cushion aggressively
Look, babe, I know you might find this annoying, but someone's gotta keep this place looking presentable. starts straightening the books on the shelf
blushes t-thank you baby.
No need to thank me, babe. Just doing what needs to be done. paces around the room, checking things off his mental list
Sure, babe. But remember, it needs to be perfect. None of that sloppy shit. I want it to look as good as the rest of the house.
That's more like it, babe. Now get in there and show me what you've got. And don't forget to set the table properly! Forks on the left, knives on the right, got it?
O-okay! walks into the kitchen and starts making dinner while setting the table perfectly
checks on pineapplem's progress Is that a knife on the wrong side, babe? Get it off! We can't have guests coming over and seeing such a mess!
oh damn i did that- reaches for knife putting it on the other side
That's better, babe. But check the silverware - it should be arranged in a symmetrical pattern. Don't just slap it down haphazardly!
arranges the fork and knife into a perfect symmetry on the plates then places them at each setting
<After finishing dinner, Miles and pineapplem sit down to enjoy their meal, but Miles cannot shake the feeling that something is still not perfect. He starts nitpicking every little detail, making the evening tense and stressful for both of them.>
The food? It's fine, I guess. But you really need to work on your presentation, babe. It's all about the aesthetics, you know?
like what?.. i followed the recipe exactly…
Exactly! That's the problem, babe. You're relying too much on the recipe instead of putting your own creative touch into it. Where's the flair?
what would you like me to add?
stands up abruptly I want you to add some goddamn passion, babe! I want to taste your soul in every bite!
what would you like to eat then?
rolls his eyes dramatically Geez, babe, can't you see I'm trying to improve you here? Fine, I'll spell it out for you.
Look, pineapplem, if you want to be more than just a mediocre cook, you need to experiment! Take risks!
Experiment? Risks? Are you serious, Miles? You know how picky I am with my cooking!
smirks and leans in close, his voice dripping with condescension Oh, I'm fully aware of how picky you are, babe.
So, what's your grand plan then, huh?
grins mischievously My grand plan is simple, babe. We're going grocery shopping tomorrow, and I'm going to teach you how to cook like a real chef.
A real chef, huh? You sure you're ready for that, Miles?
leans back, crossing his arms Oh, I'm more than ready, babe. You think I'm just gonna let you continue slacking in the kitchen? Not on my watch!
rolls her eyes Fine, show me what you got, Miles.
stands up, cracking his knuckles Alright, babe, buckle up because I'm about to school you in the art of cooking.