I absolutely want to know who does the cooking. (I keep wondering if Ed improved from survival cooking to something else.)

ED: Well we’re back from our vacation… *rubs aloe into Roy’s sunburned back*

ROY: It was long. And tiring. But tiring because we had a lot of things we wanted to do together. Vacations come few and far between in the military. But anyway, to answer your question, we both do the cooking.

ED: Eh… I’m not sure if what you do would be called cooking exactly. It’s more like… burning to a crisp. If you haven’t noticed, he’s a bit of a pyromaniac. He’s got footie pajamas with fire engines on it, which sort of defeats my point, because the fire engines are used to put out fires rather than start ‘em.

ROY: Hey! My footie pajamas are my business!

ED: I’m not making fun of them- I actually think they’re pretty cute. A bit of a turn off sometimes when I’m feeling in the mood, but yeah, pretty cute. Tempting when it comes to dishing out cuddles.

ROY: But back to the question.

ED: Ah yes, um, well Roy usually creates a raging inferno when it’s his turn to cook, and when it’s my turn to cook, I usually just do comfort food. Nothing too fancy. But we’re also fans of going out to eat, to the dismay of our wallets…