Roderich wasn't really baking, per se.
Well, he was. But he'd lost track of time. Namely because his mind wasn't particularly on the subject of baking anymore.
The apricot glaze had been poured over the cake, then chilled, and there was just a little bit left over. He moved on to making the chocolate glaze to go over it. He'd always been skilled at
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Humming softly to herself she made her way towards the kitchen, having decided for the day to wear something she hadn’t really worn lately. Just a simple green and black corset over a loose relatively low-cut white peasant shirt and a typical skirt. It wasn’t too out of her normal, but the corset was the thing in particular she hadn’t worn in a while. It was just about as comfortable as she remembered it, wearing it a lot more casual that she typically did. The ( ... )
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"Goodness, you startled me. ...What, this? It's just melted chocolate. It's not really possible to beat it too..."
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"I guess you'd have to make sure there aren't too many ... air bubbles in it..." And now he was just giggling. "That doesn't make any sense."
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“And what is so funny about that, hm? I merely was stating an observation.”
Though that chocolate is rather messy. Smirking a little she shifted to take a finger and take a bit from his cheek, lightly sucking on her finger afterward to be rid of that little substance. ... For once she wasn’t actually aware of what she was doing, to be perfectly honest.
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