MCA #0, Tuesday Afternoon

[hatesparadise]

It was officially too cold for most outdoor activities, but that did not seem to stop Steve once he got it in his head that he was going to grill today. Which meant Danny was spending his time in the kitchen, smirking as he watched Steve bundle up with as many layers as he could each time he popped back out to check on the grill.

It was adorable.

"You know we could just get one of those George Foreman things," he called, knowing it would fill Steve with rage over the very idea of it.

[for the poor hothouse flower]

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"We absolutely could not," Steve said from underneath his overdone furry hood in his coat that was rated to
negative 60 degrees and was definitely not overkill in Maryland. "It will bring dishonor upon the family."

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Oh, not at all overkill.

"Might save you from some frostbite!"

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"I'm not going to get frostbite grilling steaks," Steve scoffed.

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Uh huh.

"How are your toes doing, babe?" Danny asked.

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"They're all still there," Steve said. Even though he was in flipflops. With the coat.

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"For how much longer?" Because he was worried about them.

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"The steaks only need another three minutes," Steve assured him.

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"Frost. Bite," Danny repeated, dressing the salad. Because they were having a salad. Thanks, Steve.

[grenadesandohana]

Because there was steak! He could be grilling tofu, Danny. It would have been horrifying.

"I'm not gonna get frostbite," Steve insisted.

[hatesparadise]

Danny would have made direct eye contact while ordering a pizza and enough garlic knots that even Raiden would worry about them.

"If you shove your cold feet at me again, I will elbow you," he warned.

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"In the foot? That seems uncomfortable," Steve commented.

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"In the ribs, Steven." With less love than normal. Because those feet were cold.

[grenadesandohana]

"Then I'll eat your steak," Steve countered.

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"Then I'll order a pizza." It was on speed dial.

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"You monster," Steve declared.

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"You drove me to it." In this hypothetical situation.

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"You started it," Steve decided. He was pretty sure that was true.

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"I did not!" They both started it. "And close the damn door, we're not heatin' outside."

The dad energy just intensified.

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Steve blinked. "I'm sorry, I was just transported to 1987 only it was that we weren't paying to air condition all of O'ahu."

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"Yeah, wait til you do it with the kids."

It'll happen, Steve!

[grenadesandohana]

"Am I going to do that?" Steve asked, flipping the steaks onto a plate.

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"You are," Danny assured him. "It's part of the deal."

[grenadesandohana]

"No, I'm going to be the cool dad," Steve decided. "You're the rule-enforcer."

This would last five seconds.

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"Oh, so Legos scattered all over the floor will be fine with you?" Danny asked, forgoing the normal beer for a bottle of their most fifteen-est dollar bottle of wine.

[grenadesandohana]

"Well that's a safety hazard," Steve protested. "That's different."

So that resolution didn't last even five seconds.