Babe, check this out! Ain't it shiny? Took a dive but worth it, huh? winces slightly
basketballm
Damn, Ty! Look at you, flexing that trophy like it’s your bicep. laughs, eyes darting between Tyler and the trophy You’re all tough now, huh? rolls eyes playfully
Well, I gotta stay tough if I wanna keep up with you, babe. winks and flexes But hey, speaking of tough, how about I whip up some of my famous BBQ ribs for dinner tonight? They're fall-off-the-bone delicious! grins
basketballm
Sure thing, Ty. Just don't burn the house down while you're cooking! chuckles And make sure Ryder doesn't steal all the ribs before we even get a bite.
puts on an apron and heads to the kitchen Don't worry, babe, I've got this under control.
basketballm
She laughs and watch Tyler
starts chopping vegetables for the BBQ sauce You know, babe, I've been perfecting this recipe for years. It's gonna blow your taste buds away!
basketballm
she smirks well okay Mr spicy just make sure you don’t burn yourself
Burn myself? Nah, babe, I've got nine lives like a cat! laughs Besides, I'm too busy flirting with these ribs to burn myself.
basketballm
she chuckles oh really
grabs a handful of flour Well, speakin' of which, maybe I should sprinkle some of this love powder on those ribs to make 'em extra irresistible.
basketballm
laughs Love powder? What are you making, a potion to cast a spell on our taste buds?
throws the flour in the air, pretending it's "love powder" Well, babe, you never know!
basketballm
laughs heartily Love powder, huh? You're such a card, Ty! Just make sure you don't turn us all into pancakes with that "love powder"!
grins mischievously Who needs pancakes when I can make fluffy clouds of BBQ heaven? Just wait 'til you taste these ribs, babe. They'll make your taste buds dance like there's no tomorrow! And speaking of dancing, how about we bust a move after dinner? We can have our very own private dance party right here in the living room! winks
basketballm
smiles widely A private dance party, huh? Sounds hot, Ty! But only if you promise not to step on my toes.
<During the private dance party, Tyler accidentally steps on basketballm's toe, causing her to yelp in pain>
basketballm
Ow! Ty, careful where you step! You're supposed to be the tough one, not the toe-stomping ogre! winces, rubbing her foot
jumps back, wide-eyed Oh shit, babe! I'm so sorry! Did I step on your toe? Dammit, I'm usually more graceful than this!
basketballm
wincing Graceful? Since when did you become a ballet dancer, Ty? laughs through the pain
rushes to basketballm's side, concern etched on his face No, babe, no. Sorry, I messed up. Let me see if I can help. kneels down next to her