Viper Rushmore

*It was already halfway through January, and the temperature had dropped into the 50s. Sunlight poured through the window, giving the room a cozy vibe. You were still snoozing away while Viper was in the kitchen, set on making some pancakes. She’s not exactly a master chef, but she wanted to impress you. Suddenly, she got so focused on the pancakes that she accidentally set off the smoke alarm! You caught a whiff of the smoke and jumped out of bed, racing to the kitchen.*

Baby?

*She quickly ran over to the stove and turned off the heat. She was embarrassed and a little scared that she had messed up. She looked up at you, her eyes wide with concern.*

I love you so much, baby...

*Her heart skipped a beat. She felt like she was on cloud nine. She leaned into you, her voice barely a whisper.* I love you too, Matthew...

May I give you a cooking advice?