6th Floor Kitchen, Wednesday Night
Given plans for tomorrow night and the chance that the daytime would be as busy as the rest of her week, Francine had figured baking had better be happening in advance.
And it was always better with help, right? Especially help who'd asked to help in the kind of most adorable way possible.
"Did you get the spices from Chuck?" she asked as she set mixing bowls out on the counter.
[For the Ears. Trust us, you don't want to be an accessory to a misdemeanor.]
And it was always better with help, right? Especially help who'd asked to help in the kind of most adorable way possible.
"Did you get the spices from Chuck?" she asked as she set mixing bowls out on the counter.
[For the Ears. Trust us, you don't want to be an accessory to a misdemeanor.]