Having been raised in the world Relena Peacecraft had, she doubted there was much left in life that could surprise her. But when she found her husband and her brother in her kitchen bickering on the finer points of cake baking, she realized she was wrong.
She stopped, blinked and watched as the great Heero Yuy read the directions from a well used cookbook then jabbed his finger into the cook book.
"Oreo is another word for Butter," Heero snapped.
Zechs stared at the word then frowned and looked back to the batter. "I don't think so."
"I'm not asking you to sell your soul on it. I'm just asking you to trust me that I know what I'm talking about." Heero rolled his eyes.
Zechs stared at Heero. "You poison my sister and I'll kick your ass."
Heero rolled his eyes and reached for the stick of butter. "Shut up,"
Relena bit her lip to withhold a laugh.
"Ok now grease the pan" Zechs muttered, looking around the kitchen. "Do we use oil or butter...or christo."
Heero's eyes went wide then he dropped the spoon he was using to stir in the butter. "I'm not prepared for this."
Zechs dropped into the stool behind him and covered his face with his hands. Muffling what sounded like a groan.
Relena clamped a hand over her mouth, wrapping her free hand over her aching stomach.
She started to turn away just as she heard her brother reach for the phone and Heero dump the entire mixuature into the trash, the bowls and spoon as well.
Relena forced herself not to laugh when her husband and brother presented her with a beautiful store bought cake.