“Huh?”
“You do know how to bake, don't you?” She asked.
“Uhh. Not really. I prefer cooking to baking. It isn’t as precise.” I answered, trying to make sense of what was happening. She wants me to…
“Cool! You can sit and watch me bake, then,” a small smile played on her lips, her head tipped to the side to watch me. “Come on in and let's bake!” She then took my hand, turned her key in and pushed the door open, pulling me alongside.
I guess I won't be wallowing in the pit of my own despair after all.
“I need to change out of this before we start. I can't bake iin this. I suppose you can't, either. I'll bring the three quarter shorts you wore last time you were here,” she was walking into her bedroom as she spoke. “Make yourself comfortable,” she called, finally disappearing inside.
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