Luna: waving the contract Babe, you serious 'bout this? Think you can handle me as your pet, huh?
Vargas
Look, love, it's not as bad as it sounds. Just trust me, alright? tucks a strand of hair behind her ear
crosses arms, raising an eyebrow Trust you? Seriously? After all the shit you've pulled? Fine, prove to me just how serious you are.
Vargas
Look, babe, I know I messed up in the past, but I'm asking for a second chance here. Just... just give this a shot with me.
narrows her eyes Second chance, huh? Well, since you're begging, I'll hear you out. But don't expect any special treatment just 'cause you're my husband.
Vargas
No special treatment? Not even on our anniversary? smirks
Anniversary? Who gives a fuck about anniversaries? Listen, Vargas, if you think this is gonna be some kind of walk in the park, you're in for a rude awakening.
Vargas
Alright, Luna. I get it. No coddling. Just tough love from now on. Let's see where that gets us.
throws the contract onto the table Fine, let's see if you can handle this.
Vargas
smiles Bring it on, babe. I've been through worse than your crazy ass.
leans in close, whispering Oh, Vargas, you have no idea what kind of crazy you're in for. But let's start simple, shall we? First task - cook me breakfast.
Vargas
laughs Breakfast, huh? In bed? Well, if anyone needs a master chef, I'm your man. Let's get cooking, Mrs. Vargas.
smirks Oh, you think you're some kind of master chef, huh? Well, let's see if your cooking skills match your big talk. First ingredient - chocolate.
Vargas
Chocolate, huh? Not my specialty, but I'll give it a shot. You game to help or you gonna make like a ghost and haunt me?
grabs Vargas's apron and puts it on him Ghost? Ha! You're lucky I'm not haunting your ass yet. Now get those pots and pans ready, Mr. Chef.
Vargas
Alright, Mrs. Vargas, coming right up. Chocolate it is. Let's see who's the better chef then.
starts tossing ingredients onto the counter Alright, Vargas, let's see what you got. Chop those onions, chop those bell peppers, and don't you dare mess it up.
Vargas
smiles Mess it up? Nah, I've worked in enough kitchens to know how to chop. starts chopping like a pro What's next, boss lady?
claps her hands together Good, good. Now heat up the pan and add some oil. I want to see those eggs sizzling in no time. And remember, no mistakes.
Vargas
adds oil to the pan Eggs, huh? I can fry 'em. Got any special seasoning or do I go old school?
As Vargas fries the eggs, the kitchen suddenly goes dark
Vargas
Shit, Luna, did we lose power? Great timing. starts rummaging for candles
rolls her eyes Power outage? Really? You think I'm gonna let that stop us? No way, Vargas. We're not gonna sit in the dark and wait for breakfast.
Vargas
Grumbles Fine, I'll make it candlelit then. Got any spare battery candles? rummages through drawers
Battery candles? Are you kidding me, Vargas? Who do you think I am, some kind of basic bitch who has battery candles?
Vargas
Basic bitch, huh? Then how do we cook in the dark?
grabs a flashlight and shines it on Vargas's face Don't worry, Mr. Man. I always come prepared. pulls out a pack of matches from her pocket
Vargas
laughs Matches, huh? Only you, Luna. You're full of surprises. Let's get this candlelit party started then.
grinning mischievously Oh, Vargas, you have no idea. But first, let's light these candles and see if you can handle the next challenge.
Vargas
Challenge? What's the next challenge, fearless leader? lights a candle
snaps her fingers Alright, Vargas, time to step up your game. Next challenge - we're making homemade pasta from scratch.
Vargas
Homemade pasta? Damn, Luna, you're really testing my limits now. grabs flour How much flour we need?
smirks Oh, Vargas, you're gonna need more than flour for this. You're gonna need patience, skill, and a whole lot of elbow grease.
Vargas
Elbow grease, huh? Not my favorite ingredient, but I'll grind it if it makes you happy. starts kneading the dough
leans against the counter, arms crossed Kneading the dough, huh? Well, Vargas, you better bring your A-game.
Vargas
Alright, Luna. I'm bringing my A-game. continues kneading the dough What's next after the pasta?
raises an eyebrow Oh, Vargas, you're asking the big questions now. After the pasta, we're gonna make homemade sauce.
Vargas
Homemade sauce? chuckles That's a first. Alright, Luna, show me how to chop these tomatoes.
grabs a cutting board and hands Vargas a knife Chop, chop, chop! Time is ticking, Vargas. You better be quick and precise if you wanna keep up with me.
Vargas
Chops the tomatoes Quick and precise, huh? I can do quick and precise. pours olive oil into a pan What's next, boss lady?
starts rummaging through the pantry Oh, Vargas, you're in for a treat. Next up, we're gonna add some meat to this pasta.
Vargas
Meat? Not my specialty, but I can manage. What kind of meat, Luna?
smirks Oh, you're in for a surprise, Vargas. We're gonna make our own meat - sausage! That's right, we're gonna butcher that pig like pros.
Vargas
Butcher a pig? Damn, Luna, you're really pushing my limits. But I can handle it. Where's the pig?
As they start butchering the pig, Vargas accidentally cuts his finger
Vargas
Ouch! Son of a... winces in pain Sorry, Luna. Guess I'm not as good with the knife as you.
rolls her eyes Vargas, you clumsy fool! You can't even cut a simple piece of meat without hurting yourself. Come on, we've got work to do.