This is just... absolutely gorgeous. For some reason I really loved Eames talking to Ariadne's dream version of him. That was just... made of pure win, and this fic apparently has managed to steal all my eloquence. And ho yesh bb, Arthur becoming a nervous rambler and stress baker are some of the things that keep you warm on cold, lonely nights and wanna eat cookies.
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