"Hey Dan! Are you ready to film this video yet?" I could here Phil shouting for me from the kitchen.
"Yeah, I'm almost ready, hold on a second!" I shouted back. I had been looked for my sweater with the llamas wearing christmas hats for the longest time... and I had just found it. I slipped on the sweater, checking my hair in the mirror, and walked to the kitchen where Phil was eagerly waiting. He had already laid out all of the cooking supplies. Today we were filming a Christmas Eve cooking episode, which we had only done once before about four years ago.
"Okay, I finally found my sweater. God, that took way longer than it should have..."
"It's fine Dan... it looks good," Phil gave me a reassuring smile, "So can we start this video now? I wanna eat Gingerbread cookies!"
"Yeah, sure," I replied, "but duck down where the camera can't see you so I can do a proper intro."
"Yeah yeah, okay." Phil ducked down where the camera couldn't see him. I went ahead and started recording.
"Hello, Internet," I waved my hand, as I've done numerous times, "Today Phil will be joining me-"
"Hey guys!" Phil popped up suddenly, taking me aback. Phil started to laugh, "You okay there?"
"God, Phil you scared me! But yeah I'm fine," I too was laughing at this point. I turned back to the camera, "As I was saying, today Phil will be joining me in the kitchen for a little Christmas baking."
"Yes, today we are baking... Gingerbread cookies!" Phil continued excitedly to the camera.
I looked over at him and smiled at how adorable he was. Wait... adorable? No, no... Phil isn't... I'm just gonna stop there.
"... Dan? Go on.. tell us the ingredients." Phil said as I snapped out of whatever daze I was in.
"Right! We will need..." I went on to list all of the ingredients required as Phil held each one up to the camera and motioned dramatically like he was that lady from Wheel of Fortune.
We started putting all the ingredients in their appropriate bowls. I held the dry ingredients' bowl while Phil sifted the flour... and got it everywhere.
"Phil, could you possibly be any messier?" I asked in a frustrated tone.
"I don't know... is this messier?" Phil took his flour-covered hand and smacked me on my thigh.
"Oh... so you wanna play that game, huh?" I took my hand and stuck it in the bag of flour. I pulled it out and rubbed my hand all down the front of Phil's sweater. I accidentally touched his nipple, which was actually kinda hard. Is he... is he... no, it couldn't be. I looked up at Phil innocently, only to see a knowing grin on his face. We stared at eachother for a few minutes before I finally spoke.
"We're gonna have to cut that out."
Phil snapped to, "Yeah, we will." He looked kinda guilty at this point.
"Hey... it's fine." I put a hand on his shoulder.
"Hey, you just got more flour on me!" Phil said, trying to sound angry. I smiled at him and we continued mixing the ingredients.
