I

might cook for you.

Maybe.

Don't know yet.

Haven't made up my mind.

Don't know if you're worthy enough or not yet.

Leaning toward no to be honest.

Bahahahahahahahahaha

You'll wake up.

You'll walk in on me in the kitchen witha bunch of food cooked up.

Your eyes with light up.

"Oh yea!" you'll say.

I'll be wavin' a spatula at you like, "Oh hell no, that's mine, you go get your own."

Then the lil puppy dog eyes cause you'll be wondering if I meant it or not.

I'll just bust a smile.

 Say something like, "Well who the hell did you think I'm cooking it for numbnuts?" 

You'll smile.

We'll eat.

Then we'll start our adventure for the day.

Promise.