Jane’s making dinner in The kitchen, she’s humming a sweet song as she does so
(I assume they’re living together now)
She was relaxed, her face full of ease, her hair neatly ties in a bun as she wore an apron that said “make out with the gal who cooks”
She looked over at him, and scowled playfully, still maintaining a smile
“Oh you- I told you not to come in here to dinner’s ready, I knew you were dense but this is new low even for you voidy-“ she giggled, she insulted him jokingly