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Emma stepped into the kitchen and froze in shock. "Hey buddy.. what happened here?" she questioned, looking at the flour that was covering paul and most of the kitchen
The man in front of her looked so small, curled into himself and wearing a worried expression "Wanted to make cookies.. 'm sorry"
Emma smiled reassuringly and grabbed the broom "It's alright baby, you aren't in trouble. Accidents happen." Despite her annoyance at the mess, she felt nothing but affection (and maybe a bit of pity) for the man in front of her. "How about we clean this up real quick and then I can help you make cookies?"
She sweeped up what she was able to of the flour on the floor- the counters could wait until later. After all, there was a mentally 3 year old paul covered in flour who would undoubtedly spread the mess to the rest of the house if he didn't get cleaned up soon
Emma sighs "C'mon, let’s get you cleaned up."
Paul grabbed her hand and followed her to the bathroom, flinching at the warm washcloth as it was brought to his face but then leaning into the comforting warm touch
“Alrighty, I think we're good. Now,” Emma smiled and grabbed Paul's hand “how about we make those cookies?"