Prompt: 077. What?
Word Count: 175
Rating: PG
Summary: Conversation!fic about Tommy's cooking skills in that far off future AU that assumes that Tommy and Kate are dating.

Nothing Left Unsaid

"You cooked this yourself? Seriously?"

"Don't look so surprised! I mean, I've been living alone for ages now-"

"And your trash is constantly filled with pizza boxes and take-out containers."

"Well, yeah, but I did have to cook ever now and then."

"Uh-huh."

"Really!"

"Says the guy whose cupboards were full of ramen noodles and Kraft dinner."

"Well, okay, so maybe I freaked out a bit when I was looking for oregano in the bakery aisle..."

"Hah! I knew it!"

"How was I supposed to know that it was a spice and not some kind of freaky flour thing?"

"You're hopeless!"

"Hey! I already got laughed at by the freaking stock boy! My self-esteem's already hit rock bottom."

"Aw, poor baby. I'll kiss it better."

"See, now that's more like it."

"Don't get used to it. I'm just buttering you up so that you'l cook me more food later."

"Oh! My heart! I'm wounded to the core!"

"Yeah right. You're such a dork!"

"And you love me anyway!"

"Unfortunately. You're strangely addictive."

"Yeah, well, I'm Speed."

"... that was a really bad pun."

"Sorry. You should find a different way to keep my mouth occupied then."

"Oh, I think I can manage to do that."

"Mrgl!"

"Shut up and eat your dinner, dork."

"You're such a bitch!"

"And you love me anyway!"

"... you win."

"Of course."