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"Willow. I'm Hungry... Feed me," Lulu moaned, tossing herself onto the kitchen floor.

Willow sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose, "Lulu, I'm literally trying to make grilled cheese right now."

"That's another thing. Why doesn't Bucky ever cook?" Lulu whined.

Willow sighed again, "Willow, Bucky does other things around the house. He fixes things and changes light bulbs. Bucky has tried to cook, and he almost burns the kitchen down. Every. Single. Time."

"Ohhhh," Lulu said, "I get it."

"Hey Willow," Bucky said quietly, walking into the kitchen. "Are you making grilled cheese?"

"Yes I am. Your favorite."

Bucky kissed Willow's cheek, "Your the best."

As Willow watched him leave, she smiled, her blue eyes sparkling, "Lulu, I'm going to tell you a truth that wives everywhere know."

"Please don't."

"Women cook for men for the same reason cats bring their owners dead animals. Men think it's because we love and respect them, but really we just think they're too incompetent to feed themselves."

"Sounds about right."

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