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“You know, Adrien, if you try hard enough, you may eventually be able to turn the raw ingredients into eclairs with just one look. It’s an enjoyable side-benefit of being Chat Noir.”
Adrien glared over at Plagg, trying to ignore the impish grin on the Kwami’s face. “You’re enjoying this.”
He downed another block of cheese, and licked his hands clean. “Course I do. It’s bad enough you’re disgustingly lovesick, now you’re baking for the girl. You planning on hiding a ring in there?”
Adrien spluttered. “Wh–Plagg!” Face hot, he huffed and looked away. “Why are you such an ass?”
“Comes with being an immortal deity of trickery, kid.” He hummed, “now, to more important matters. Where’s that other stash of camembert I had…?”
Adrien shook his head, and went back to looking over the recipe book. His hands gripped the sides, until perspiration leaked through his fingertips, and he hung his head in defeat.
“I can’t do this. I can’t. She’s a baker’s daughter.” He groaned, running a hand through his hair. “Anything I make is going to be compared, and it’ll end up terrible. I can’t even bake! I've barely ever used anything in a kitchen before!”
Adrien sunk to his knees, and sighed. “I just wanted to do one thing to make her feel better. Just one.”
Plagg paused putting another slice of cheese into his mouth, and stared at the defeated boy. Placing it to one side, he hovered down next to him, and narrowed his eyes.
“You haven’t even cracked the eggs yet.”
Adrien gave him a dark look. “Of this batch. You saw how the other ones turned out.”
Plagg shrugged his tiny shoulders. “So? Even Ladybug messed up from time to time. Tikki messes up all the time. You’re really going to let something like a few failed batches get in the way of you cheering up Marinette? You’d give up something for her that easily?”
Adrien wiped under his eye. “…No.”
“I mean, nobody is saying you have to.” Plagg grinned. “I’m pretty sure there’s a lot of other people who wouldn’t give up as fast as you have for Marinette. Maybe they’d make pretty decent Chat Noir’s, too.”
“Like hell.” Adrien grinned, and rolled back his sleeves. “What’s a little bit of bad baking? Her parents aren’t letting her have sugar at the moment. She’ll probably love it!”
Plagg’s grin couldn’t be denied. “You sure about that?”
When he faced Plagg, even the small Kwami was surprised at the fire in his eyes.
“Watch me.”