#ccsemberclub

"Mmm." He sips.

"Besides, it's true. Sometimes your mood swings can catch me off guard, but never dull"

"Mood swings? Me!?!"

"Of course" She says as if it's obvious "Sometimes you get into the oddest out of the blue tiffs or rants but I love you"

"ME?!?!"

"Pfft." he shrugs and shifts.

"You are projecting."

"Moi? Project? " A gasp at this betrayal

"You are both projecting, and a project." Not without humor.

Nose wrinkle "Hurumph to you, sir. I am going to storm off into the kitchen and bake... and there will be custard flying. This shall not be for the faint of heart. you've been warned"

"And yet I have no fear... and a hunger for baked goods."

"Enter my lair if you dare" She says playfully as she clops into their kitchen

"-Your- lair?" but he follows.

he comes in to find her wearing an apron . JUST The Apron

A soft exhale.

"You seek to ... distract..... me....."

A chuckle "With Custard? Oh yes"

A low growl.

"Very well. I shall await your custard."

And .... he departs the kitchen.

She hums and cooks expertly. She knows the best way through a man's heart is through his stomach... while nude. Okay maybe it falls apart. He'll be back

Or at least, he hasn't gone far.

And he DOES like custard.

(End Scene)