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Thwack.
Aiden yelps, jumping backwards and cradling his hand to his chest even as laughter bubbles up in his chest.
“No stealing!” Jaskier chastises him. “Those are my ingredients!”
“You’ll be sharing the end result with me anyway.” Aiden shrugs unrepentantly, already eyeing the chocolate Jaskier has set aside for the ganache with a speculative gleam in his eyes.
“The stress is on end result.” Jaskier brandishes his spatula threateningly. It’s a fresh one, not the one he smacked Aiden’s fingers with, which means that Aiden is most likely safe – if Jaskier dirties this spatula, too, he’ll have to wash up, and he won’t be doing this in the middle of scraping the batter into the form. Probably. “And see if I still do after this… this thievery!”
Aiden laughs again. “C’mon, it’s just chocolate.”
Jaskier gasps theatrically before turning back to the bowl he’s just emptied for the most part. “Just chocolate, he says. Just. There’s no just about it, even if it wasn’t my beautiful ganache.” With a final flourish, he smooths out the surface of the cake-to-be. “Just chocolate.” He shakes his head. “It most definitely isn’t ‘just chocolate’ – it’s the stuff that dreams are made of!”