A/N: So here are those drabbles I promised, sequels to Wanting You and When two people love each other, although these can certainly be read separately. They're just little snippets of every day life, and they tend to be very fluffy. More of this kind will come soon. Review please!

Take Out - 250 words

"It's not that I don't like your cooking" Harry started cautiously and then looked down at the table when Snape met his glance with a warning glare. "It's just..."

"What?" he asked and Harry forced another spoonful into his mouth. He made a grimace at the foul taste.

"It tastes like glue", Harry slobbered. He let the grey supposed soup slip out of his mouth and fall to the plate with a nasty 'glob' sound.

"It does, doesn't it?" Snape said and Harry looked over at him and smiled.

"Sorry", he said with a small chuckle. "It's fucking terrible."

"I go to the trouble of making you dinner and you tell me that?" he said, feigning seriousness.

"Where did you get the horse from?" Harry asked and when Snape looked at him strangely, he continued with, "To make the glue?"

Snape glared at him for a second and then let his spoon slip out of his hand and reached across the table, but Harry was too fast.

"Hey", Harry shrieked and jumped up from his chair, and hurried around the table to get away from his husband.

He chased him around the table and Harry laughed until he caught up with him and wrapped his arms around Harry's waist, and pressed him to his chest. Harry could feel his heavy breathing in his ear and his laughter faded into a wide smile.

"Wanna order pizza?" Harry asked and he could feel Snape's chest move against his back as he laughed.