chinstache prompt: Bob finally admitting that he agrees with Linda's opinion of Jimmy Pesto being attractive after Jimmy does something cute or whatever
Jimmy’s forehead was beaded with sweat as tentatively nudged a pancake with his spatula, doing his absolute best to ignore the couple hovering in the kitchen doorway. Bob knew that Jimmy wouldn’t ask for help - his pride wouldn’t allow it - yet he appeared so satisfyingly out of his depth, grumbling to himself, and it was all Bob could do not to laugh.
"Aww lookit ‘im, Bobby," Linda whispered from his shoulder, "He’s got that look on his face like that time he couldn’t change the tire on his minivan, remember? Remember how cute and helpess he was?"
He snorted at the memory, it would’ve been nice if Pesto had thanked him rather than taunted him when Bob had assisted then —but the stove hissed and something about Jimmy’s distressed look at him was striking. His own smirk dissolved into something softer.
"Heh, yeah, I guess he WAS pretty cute… I’m gonna go help him.’"