Imagine your OTP is spending a lazy Saturday morning in bed cuddled up together. After a long time, they play Rock Paper Scissors and the loser has to get to make breakfast.

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"You do know it's time to get up." Jim mumbled into his wife's hair.

"It's Saturday Jim..." Claire replied softly. "We don't even have class."

Jim debated about just getting out of bed by himself, but that meat Claire would get cold and the bed was too warm to leave. And on top of that, it was raining softly outside, and the last thing he wanted was to be running around at night in his armor in the rain and get pneumonia.

"You do realize we've got to eat." Jim pointed out. Claire opened her mouth to say something when her stomach let out a loud growl. "See? Even your stomach is telling you we need to eat."

If you're so eager to get out of bed, why don't you go make breakfast and bring it up here?" Claire suggested teasingly and Jim scoffed.

"How about we let Rock, Paper and Scissors decide it?" Jim retorts and Claire snorted.

"Fine, loser has to make breakfast and bring it up here."

"You're on Nuñez."

They both sat up and closed one fist while keeping the other one open and flat.

"Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!" Both yelled as the pounded their fists on their open palms three times before Jim kept his hand in a fist while Claire did the same. They did this again, and again, both ended up with scissors or rock before the fourth time where Claire's hand formed a fist while Jim's was in scissors. The Trollhunter gave a groan as his wife cheered loudly and shoved him off the bed, knocking him to the floor.

"Pancakes with chorizo and eggs?" Jim asked as he got off the floor and Claire nodded happily. "What would you make if you were the one who lost?"

"Cereal and toast." Claire responded with a chuckle. "Just kidding, probably waffles."

"Well tomorrow you can do waffles, but today you have to make lunch."