"I think it's an 8XL." John panted. "Hey, Hun, could you get me a soda?"
Peter sighed as he got up. "Anything else?"
:Some wings or pizza would be nice?" John asked, giving his biggest begging smile.
Peter came back out a few minutes later with a couple bottles of soda in his arms. He stopped short as he spotted a mischievous grin on John's face, the laptop open on his stomach. "What's going on? What did you do?" He sighed.
John turned the computer towards Peter so he could see the screen. Their preferred web browser open with multiple tabs up. A quick glance showed all of them seemed to do with cooking. "What's this?"
"I did as you suggested," John told him as he grabbed a soda from him. The bottle was half empty before he came up for air, a trip that was interrupted by one of his massive wall shaking belches. "'Scuse me. I pulled up several different cooking classes that I thought we could do together."
Peter took the computer, mouth hanging slightly. He hadn't really thought John would go for it, but apparently he was. "Wait, half these classes are for dessert making. John?" He smirked at his boyfriend.
John shrugged. "What? You didn't expect me NOT to try, did you?"
"I guess not. I did think I might have to pull your teeth to get you to go along, so I'm glad you're actually looking into this."
John's smile fell. "You didn't think I would? This seemed to really mean something, so of course I would."
"I'm sorry. You're right. Well, let's see. Of the non-dessert classes, there are... Italian... French... Beginner... Which would you like?"
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