@rubiesintherough asked:
“ i cooked it for you. it may not be edible, but it’s the thought, right ? ” ( Dustin )
Juliette gave Dustin a look, then looked over at the...tragedy that he called dinner. Sure, it probably tasted like a nightmare, and it smelled like...well, she wasn’t sure what it was supposed to be. Despite this, she grinned and tucked her hair away from her face.
“Made with love, not with skill, right?”
She giggled, then took a bite.
Oh.
Oh, no.
Her face scrunched up and she immediately shook her head, grabbing a glass of water off the counter.
“I think my dad left money for pizza...”














