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"I'm sure you'll be fantastic at them. And I promise not to massage you, in return." He was thinking something chocolate, maybe. What was it that Gabriella had said? Ah yes, chocolate chips. That sounded delicious. He opens up the bag of chocolate chips and starts sprinkling those in, as well.
"Thank you, deary. You're the best." It was an odd thing to be thanking for, but she was glad for it. It weirded her out, especially when it came up around her neck, and she always tried to get away. She watched him barefully as he added the chips as she focused on her own recipe. No, hers was going to remain pure and simple, and she hummed to herself as she went along. "Do you have any food colouring?"
"Ah -- I should?" He fetches his little box of food colouring bottles from the cabinet and sets them on the counter between them. It's hitting him, quite suddenly, that he's having a baking contest with his girlfriend. A warm, contented feeling washes over him and he nudges his hip against hers, leaning over to kiss her cheek.
"I love you."
"Thank you, deary. You're the best." It was an odd thing to be thanking for, but she was glad for it. It weirded her out, especially when it came up around her neck, and she always tried to get away. She watched him barefully as he added the chips as she focused on her own recipe. No, hers was going to remain pure and simple, and she hummed to herself as she went along. "Do you have any food colouring?"
"Ah -- I should?" He fetches his little box of food colouring bottles from the cabinet and sets them on the counter between them. It's hitting him, quite suddenly, that he's having a baking contest with his girlfriend. A warm, contented feeling washes over him and he nudges his hip against hers, leaning over to kiss her cheek.
"I love you."