It's comforting, the repetition involved in spooning the cookies onto the sheet, popping the sheet into the oven, readying the second sheet, flipping through the Betty Crocker Cooky Book to see what else to make, what else to fill the next hour.
There are two batches already in tupperware containers in the cupboard.
She knows exactly what he's doing. He's never been all that opaque, when he doesn't know how to deal with something. Usually Nymphadora's right there to poke at him until he spills, until he tells her what's wrong so they can suss it out together.
And a cake.
And a pumpkin pie.
Sublimating? Bernard? Never.
"...You said you like oatmeal, right?"
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Duh.
He's got a bowl in hand, already mixing.
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There's a tiny half-smile on her face as she turns back to the swatch of fabric in her lap.
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There are two batches already in tupperware containers in the cupboard.
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Today, she's not all that interesting in poking.
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After a few minutes, he comes back out and perches on the end of the couch.
"Need any more tea?"
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But he doesn't go anywhere.
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Bernard chews his lip practically to shreds, then scoots closer, lifting her feet onto his lap, grasping one ankle.
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"What do you think you'd like for dinner?"
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