A kinda short drabble where Maka and Crona start baking. u wu That's the ship here too- MakaxCrona. If you don't like it, don't read. Light fluff ahead!
"Too much!" Maka cried in surprise when Crona dumped too much sugar into the green mixing bowl.
Crona cringed at her shout and dumped even more in. "I don't know how to deal with this!" He shuddered and held himself, shoving the sugar on the counter and letting a bit more spill.
Maka put a hand on his shoulder. "It's okay, it's okay," she cooed. She reached for the ball and spooned out most of the unreasonable mountain of sugar. In the end, there was still a little to much in the mix, but she'd have to remove some mix to get it out. "It'll just be a little sweet- just like me!" Maka started laughing, hoping Crona would too.
He gave a small chuckle but still held himself.
Maka asked, "May I have the chocolate chips?"
Crona handed her the bag, but she didn't take it. She looked at him, then the bowl, then him. He didn't get the message so Maka spelled it out for him. "Pour 'em in!"
"I don-"
"C'mon, Crona!" She cheered him on and eventually got him to pour some from the yellow bag. He looked at her as he poured.
"Too much!" Crona wasn't paying attention and now there was a mountain of chocolate chips.
"I don't know how to handle this!" Crona cried out. He started to repeat himself, "I don't know how-" but he was cut off this time by a kiss from Maka.
She smiled at him as she pulled away and whispered, "not too much at all."
