"Honestly, I've heard worse," Jason muses, swirling his drink a bit where it sits in his hand. "And Peter can make even crappy music bearable." He can't really object with more than a few, exaggerated pained faces when his boyfriend is singing and dancing around the kitchen. And squeaking as Jason keeps stealing kisses in between steps in the ingredients.

"Hey, Peter's food is pretty great," Jason points out, unable to resist standing up for him, as it where.