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You pulled the cookies out and placed the pan on a towel. Throw some extra chocolate chips in there and you just know he'll love 'em. You let them cool off for a moment. But, you pick one up, "Cookies are ready."
Of course, the Team Skull grunts gather around and admire. But there's one rule they have to follow when it comes to your goodies:
Guzma gets first dibs.
"Damn," He's the first to your side, taking a hold of your hip. "What are you trying to do to me?" Guzma takes a moment to take in the smell. Freshly baked, warm, gooey, chocolate chip cookies. Curse his sweet tooth. "Fatten me up?"
"Honestly, yes," You smirk, taking a cookie off of the pan, "It's so you can't run from me. Are you complaining?"
Guzma snickers. He kisses your cheek, taking the cookie from your hand, "You'd be stupid if you think I'd say no."