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“Add some flour, it should be a little thicker,” Cookie said from behind King-Lu’s shoulder.
“Like that?” King-Lu generously poured more.
“Oh. That’s a bit too much, but it will do.”
Both of them and their kitchen weren’t completely covered with flour and batter only by miracle.
“Alright, now it’s time for the oil,” Cookie said. “We’ll have to wait until it’s hot. Fill the pan half-full.”
“The easiest task so far.”
“Definitely,” Cookie chuckled.
The oil didn’t take too much to start boiling.
“Be ready to jump away if it starts sizzling,” Coolie warned King-Lu and took three steps back.
King-Lu looked at him with terror in his eyes, but steadied his hand and, with an anxious hum, plopped a spoonful of batter into the pan.
“Oh thank god,” he gasped, when all drops of the oil missed him.
"Huh," Cookie only said, chewing the first of the cakes. His face was unreadable to a degree, something that King-Lu saw as surprise and disappointment, so he sighed, resigning.
"I understand that it was clear from the beginning that I’m a bad cook. Even your supervision didn’t help.”
“No, no!” Cookie shook his head, smiling. “It’s actually very good. Try it yourself.”
The cake had a weird texture and wasn't by any means as tasty as Cookie's but still was nice.
"Why were you looking at me like that, then?" King-Lu raised his brow, stuffing two more in his mouth.
"Like what?"
It took a while to reply, since it was hard to do with all the cakes in King-Lu's mouth, and Cookie ate a couple too while waiting.
"Sad somewhat, I guess?" King-Lu finally answered.
Cookie huffed jokingly, "Isn't it my usual face?" and opened the pantry.
"Well, yes, but…"
"Here's honey. Sad and something else?"
“Unpleasant surprise?..”
“Ah, no,” Cookie shrugged and smiled. “I was only thinking about actually being better than I usually feel.”
King-Lu breathed out with relief.
“Are you finally coming to terms with the fact that you are amazing?”
Cookie said nothing and hugged King-Lu instead, nuzzling into his chest.
“I'll take it as a “yes” then,” King-Lu whispered and kissed Cookie on the top of his head.
"I believe you don't mind making breakfast tomorrow?" Cookie pulled away after a while, a hint of mischief in his eyes.
“Oh god, there's flour all over your face now! And yes. Depending, though, on how much hot oil there would be.”