>you awaken in the living room, having curled up on the couch while watching cartoons with your owner
>the brilliant hues of sunset paint the normally bland walls of the house
>you could feel your mane was slightly dishevelled
>you probably sprawled out a bit once your owner had gotten up to start dinner
>speaking of...
>the smell hit your pony nose rather instantly, but you hadn't noticed it yet
>your tail immediately thumps lightly against the fabric of the sofa, and your ears swivel towards the kitchen
>your owner is in there, making spaghetti from what you can smell from here
>you immediately hop off the couch, making a mental note to ask for him to brush your mane later
>your hooves click on the hardwood floor of the kitchen, foiling any attempt of a sneak attack
>you're rubbing up against his legs in seconds, purring happily
>he reaches down and ruffles your mane, humming one of the songs he usually plays while he cooks 
>you let out a small squeak, lamenting the increased severity of your already previously messy mane
>he chuckles softly at your visible distress, gesturing to the area next to where he was cooking, making a small remark about brushing you after dinner
>you jump up on the counter again, and get a good look at the boiling sauce
>it smells heavenly
>another chuckle and some light ear scritches keep you preoccupied as he uses his other hand to stir the sauce
>"i figured you'd be excited, my little assistant chef"
>he holds out a small wooden spoon with a bit of the sauce in it, and you happily indulge
>you had almost forgotten how good of a cook he was
>you lick your muzzle in delight, resulting in another chuckle from your owner
>"i'm glad you like it, pet. now head over and i'll plate you up some"
>you immediately obey, hopping off the counter and heading over to the table, sitting in front of your little plate and water bowl
>it was a little weird to be standing on the table to eat, but when it was just the two of you, he liked to have you "eye level"
>it was different when he had guests, your food and water dish were put on the floor so that he and his guests could use the table to eat at
>he spooned a bit onto your plate before getting himself some while you waited
>you didn't start eating until after him, like a good little mare
>he sat down with his plate and a glass of water, taking a forkful of the spaghetti
>you immediately started chowing down on your own plate, knowing full well you were gonna get sauce on your muzzle
>part of you wondered if he did it on purpose, because he thought it was cute when you made a mess
>not like you could use a fork to save your life
>you make sure to pace yourself, finishing the last of your portion right before he finishes his
>he's smiling at you, and you feel a blush on your cheeks almost immediately
>"do you know you wag your tail when you eat? it's pretty adorable"
>you stand frozen in place, your face so red you could probably see it through your fur
>you think your wings extended a bit at that, but it's no big deal
>you meekly finish the rest of your meal, and he comes to pick up the plates to put them in the sink
>you could see a bit of the sauce on your muzzle, crossing your eyes to get a good view of the damage
>before you can realise it, he's already come with a wet paper towel to clean your muzzle
>"good girl"