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“Fucking cock!” Jaskier cursed, slipping on the oil that had knocked over mere minutes before. His long hair was matted with floury paste and he was pretty sure there was egg in his beard. His previously white tank top was now stained with chocolate and something that smelled suspiciously like chilli powder.
Baking was apparently not his strong suit.
He groaned and ran a hand through his hair. Dandelion was going to have his head for this. The vampire kept the kitchen absolutely pristine, probably because he didn’t eat food - the bastard.
“Bollocks!”
“What the bloody hell are you doing, darling?”
“Oh fuck!” Jaskier spun round in a blur. Not even his heightened senses had picked up his boyfriend’s near silent movements. “It- it was an accident. I was-”
He slipped again, the bowl tumbling to the floor, pouring lumpy batter everywhere. “Cock!”
“Oh for Melitele’s sake, Jask, must you be so bloody crude? You’re a werewolf, not a swearwolf,” Dandelion sniffed haughtily, tossing his golden curls behind his shoulder and then disappearing into a puff of smoke.
A small bat with cornflower blue eyes circled Jaskier’s head before flying from the room, leaving him alone in the mess.
“Fuck!”