It had been a long day of messing about and chasing each other around the park, so what you and Gilbert needed now was a cold drink and a comfortable sofa to sprawl on.
Gilbert had taken you back to the house he shared with his brother. You, being used to the house by now, hung your jacket up and kicked off your shoes.
"What do you want to drink?" Gil asked, leading you into the kitchen.
You followed him, shrugging. "Coke?"
Gilbert grabbed two glasses from the cupboard before tugging a full bottle out of the fridge, none too gently.
"Careful!" you scolded. "It'll fizz over."
With a scoff, Gilbert put his hand on the lid. "I didn't shake it up enough for that." He twisted the top to open the new bottle. As you predicted, the coke began to fizz, spraying Gilbert right in his arrogant face.
You couldn't help yourself. You doubled over with laughter, holding your stomach as Gilbert frantically tried to get the lid back on the bottle. "Well, I hate to say I told you so, but..." you trailed off, humming in thought. "No, wait. I love saying I told you so."
Gilbert glared over at you, wiping his face with the sleeve of his shirt. He huffed, unscrewing the bottle lid, successfully this time, and filling the two glasses.
You reached out to grab a glass, only to be stopped by the feeling of liquid being poured over your head.
"GILBERT!" You screeched, reaching up to grab the bottle off him. However, Gilbert was much taller than you, and held the bottle out of your reach.
"That was for laughing at me." he said in a matter-of-fact tone, a smirk on his face.
You growled, folding your arms.
Giving his signature chuckle, Gilbert wound an arm around your waist. "I think we might need a shower." he muttered. He scooped you up, carrying you to the bathroom.
All in all, it was a good day. Even if you did get covered in coke and scolded by Ludwig for the state of the kitchen.