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Day 11: Baking Cookies
"What in the world are you doing? Edwin managed to swallow his grin, barely. The kitchen was a disaster, although he was relatively certain it had not existed that morning and would not exist by the end of the week.
“My darling detective,” Thomas purred, “surely you can see that I am baking cookies.”
Edwin arched an eyebrow and crossed his arms over his Chest: "Allow me to clarity my question; Why have you chosen to create a kitchen in which to bake, conjured ingredients to bake with, and spent your time making treats only a person you barely tolerate will be able to enjoy?”
Thomas laughed. “Do not underestimate me, mister. Everyone, including you and Charles, will be able to enjoy these cookies. Delicious chocolate chip; iced sugar cookies; some have cherries; some have pomegranate. Each and every one made with water from the shores of creation which means Ghost Rules do not apply.”
Edwin’s eyes widened as an idea for the perfect gift came to mind. The intended recipient was still a bit of a sore spot for Thomas, so he would need to be cautious and understanding, but he had to ask. “My love,” he asked softly, his voice almost hesitant, “could I perhaps bribe you with favors of a sexual nature in exchange for a gift for Charles?”
Thomas sighed and rolled his eyes slightly. “I do greatly appreciate you not just batting your ridiculously long lashes at me to get your way. I already made the spaghetti. It’s in the fridge and can be heated using magic, or your standard everyday modern appliances.” With that, he turned away to hide his face and remove a batch of cookies from the oven. “The things I do for you,” he mumbled softly, not intending for Edwin to hear.
Edwin frowned before he slipped over to Thomas’ side and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek. This simple gesture still made the Cat King pause, his eyed drifting closed as his breath caught in his throat. “Please do not misunderstand, Thomas,” he whispered. “You have presented an opportunity for Charles to enjoy one of the things he misses Most about being alive and I am eternally grateful for your efforts and skills. I understand why you hold a great deal of mistrust for him, yet you put it aside out of consideration for me. I hope to eventually settle your fears with the depth of my feelings for you.” Edwin carded his fingers through Thomas’ hair and kissed him slowly. “Now,” he brushed their noses together playfully, “which cookies are your favorites?”
Thomas smiled gently and kissed the tip of Edwin’s nose. “I love you too. If you must know, snickerdoodles are my favorites.”
Edwin nodded with a smile and began to roll up his sleeves. “Well, time to get started then, isn’t it?”