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“It’s a Bundt cake.”
“I know that. Where’d it come from?”
“I made it.”
“You made it?”
“Yeah.”
“I…Why?”
“I wanted to?”
“Okay?”
“What? Oh, don’t gimme that face.”
“I…just…”
“Look, I was bored while my boyfriend was out saving the world—sue me—so I decided to organize the kitchen cabinets, which were a fucking disaster—God, Steve, some things never change—and I found this awesome cookbook about Bundt cakes, so—”
“Christmas gift from Thor and Jane.”
“Yeah, okay. Anyway, so I found the cookbook and thought to myself, ‘Hey, Stevie likes cake, I should make Stevie a cake!’ So…cake.”
“All right, but where’d you get the pan? I thought you needed a special pan for that stuff.”
“Pepper. Apparently, baking is one of her pastimes. Also knitting. And—”
“Off-topic, Buck.”
“Sorry.”
“You don’t have to—”
“And why can’t I just do nice things for my boyfriend? Hell, my best friend? I kinda thought that was part of the whole relationship thing. Like when you bring me those little cookies shaped like sea shells from Starbucks. I can’t do stuff, too? Reciprocate? Fifty-fifty, right?”
“They’re called Madeleines. And I never said you couldn’t, babe…I just…Thank you for the cake. I love it.”
“Ha! Haven’t even tasted it yet, punk.”
“Jerk. So? My boyfriend made it. Means I love it.”
“Yeah, well, I love you.”
“Love you, too, Buck.”
“I’ll get you a plate. It should taste halfway decent, at least. Didn’t do it all by myself.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Pep did the glaze. But I watched real close so I know for next time.”
“Next time?”
“Got a whole recipe book just lying around, mind as well put it to good use. The cinnamon coffee one looked pretty nice.”
“And what’s this one?”
“Irish cream. Wanna try?”