The Universe's Mixer

Life very rarely slowed down for Dean and Dinah. She'd given him gift certificates for couples' cooking lessons for Christmas. Her intentions had been good. After all, she burned just about everything she tried to cook. And though he said he didn't mind that they lived on take-out, she'd thought that a lesson or two might be fun for an outing for them.

She just hadn't expected over half a year to pass before they finally used them.

Even now, there was a lot going on and taking a night out seemed like something that probably wasn't the best idea. Even so, Dinah firmly believed that even superheroes and hunters needed a night off sometimes. Which was why she'd all but insisted that they put aside their current worries (barring the City being on the verge of destruction, of course) and go to a cooking class together.

They'd even managed to make a meal together that was... well, a little better than edible. It wasn't too bad at all, actually. Nothing had been burned and perhaps that was because Dinah had been determined to live in the moment for the night. To truly be present and not thinking about the dozen or so things that probably needed her attention.

Small doggie bag of leftovers in hand, Dinah smiled as she took Dean's hand and started to walk toward the Impala.