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By the time the two pastry cousins arrived back to the kitchen, everything was already back to the way it was before, save for a huge dollop of cream plopped at the corner of the table and a slightly annoyed Sprout perched at that same corner, the cream coating the tips of his fingers in a pale white mist.
"Hi Sprout, sorry if we took too long it was a little urgent" Cosmo lamented in the hopes his best friend may cheer up a bit for Ginger's sake.
"No that's..."
"That's what..?" Ginger said confuzzled
"Oh... that's fine just help me load the dough onto the baking sheet will you?"
"We're on it SIR SPROUT!" Cosmo shouted a bit too loud for comfort of Sprout's mind.
The group of 3 then loaded, shaped and frosted the pastries before loading them into the industrial Gardenview ovens, of which Cosmo gained a devious idea in the resulting aftermath of the three sitting among mild conversation.
"AHAHAHAHA stop." Sprout retorted as Ginger and Cosmo finished the final touch of frosting on his head
"LOL this is going straight to Vee" Cosmo jested, despite knowing full well that he was most definitely not going to do so.
"Guys let's just put them in the oven already, they look sad just sitting there and plus, they'll get stale quicker
"Ginger said, the voice of reason amongst those two ruffians she called "Cousin" and "situationship" (a term she'd learnt the year prior from Vee during the Christmas dinner after she forgot everyone could see what she was doing on her screen, as in just scrolling on twitter instead of conversing)
"Yes Ginger..." The other two chimed in unison A short while after loading the pastries in, Cosmo figured now was the best time to execute his plan.
"Hey you two, I'm feeling ""s i c k"" I'll see you lot once the cookies are done okay?" Cosmo said, the twinkle of his eye at the word "sick" eliciting that very feeling in Ginger once she'd realised what he was attempting to pull on her, his own cousin nonetheless.
["COSMO WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"] Ginger whisper-shouted over to her now estranged cousin considering the pure betrayal in that one action
["Don't worrrrrry, you'll thank me later G"]
["Cosmo please come back I'm really not ready for this yet-"] And then there were two in the room, along with their shared mutual company of silence bridging the ever-closing gap in their relationship, platonic or not. Now it was all up to her to pull through without Cosmo around to sweeten the load.