"Emily Iris," said Eddie sternly from the end of the counter, "I hope you're not even thinking about touching that stove, young lady."
She'd been in the kitchen since before she could walk, so she'd had it pretty well drilled into her what was safe to play with and what wasn't, but she was just getting to that age where she was starting to think she could do grown-up things herself, and with her mother's attention divided Eddie didn't want her to take advantage of the situation.
"I can see that you are," said Eddie, though he could sort of smell it more than he could see it, seeing how they were still mostly blocked from his view by people and smaller people and babies. "What part did you do?"
"Mum let you do the cutting, did she?" said Eddie, and wondered just how star shaped the star-shaped cookies were. "I guess she's kind of got her hands full with your brother, huh?"
She'd been in the kitchen since before she could walk, so she'd had it pretty well drilled into her what was safe to play with and what wasn't, but she was just getting to that age where she was starting to think she could do grown-up things herself, and with her mother's attention divided Eddie didn't want her to take advantage of the situation.
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