[Junpei's grin brightens as they head into the kitchen, both for the love you and for Charles absolutely caving to his silly demands so very easily. He crouches down to get the apron out of where he's folded it up and stashed it in a low cabinet, and when he's straightened up Gab has come trotting in, hearing the sound of a store bag and seeking out a treat.

Junpei pauses for a moment there, struck slightly by what a huge departure this moment is from just yesterday—and yet not really all that different, if he really thinks about it. That turns his grin a shade softer, even as he's still visibly finding it hilarious to present Charles with this NO BITCHIN' apron. A token of his many affections, clearly.]

Too easy, it's like you like me or something.

[Ha ha, now duck, so he can toss the apron's neck loop over Charles' head, after which he gives the assortment of ingredients a mildly intimidated look.]

Soooo, knowing what you do about me and cooking, do you want me to help...?