Sugar treats
It was a random moment.
One minute, Chase was entertaining the idea of fricasseeing Wuya, and the next he was being entranced by the most wonderful aroma circling about his hallways.
It was heavenly, delicious but what was it?
He didn't have to use his dragon senses to trace the smell to the open kitchen.
The kitchen.
'Why do I have on of these again?' chase thought to himself, walking through the open door.
What he found surprised him greatly.
What he saw was Wuya…
Baking.
'Homgwuzzdafuckizdis?' Ran through the dragon's head.
The witch was crouched in front of the oven, watching whatever she was making.
On the counter, lay what looked like a modern cookbook.
"Oh, chase, I didn't think you used the kitchen." She said nonchalantly, and then turned back to the oven.
"What's that?" chase asked, staring.
"Hm?" she followed his gaze back to the stove.
"That is an oven. I'd think you'd know what you put in your own kitchen- unless there's someone else living here that I should know about…?"
"Ha, ha." Chase spat sarcastically. "I meant in the oven, der."
"Oh, nothing you'd be interested in."
"Do I have to come over there and look myself?"
"Not now, they're almost done."
"What's almost done?"
The oven pinged, and Wuya opened it, stopping to grab oven mitts before reaching in and puling out tray of assorted cookies.
Chase twitched, and had to close his mouth to stop himself from drooling.
"You-ah-bake?"
"Yes. Anything against that?"
"N-no."
Wuya set the tray on the stove to cool before tossing the oven mitts into the trash and inspecting her hands,
"You're oven mitts suck." She grumbled, poking at a large burn on her palm.
Chase remained silent, but inched closer to the sugar treats.
"Oh well" she sighed, not noticing his claws creping toward the tray,
"Oi! None for you!" Wuya suddenly cried, smacking his hand away from her precious cookies.
"Not fair!" chase whined.
"I made them, I dictate who gets them." The witch said, and for emphasis, she picked up the one he'd been eyeing, and bit into it.
Chase in turn whimpered, giving her the cutest sad-puppy dog eyes he could muster.
Wuya glared, as if to say, " try me, gecko-boy', but it wasn't very effective with the cookie sticking out of her mouth.
"fine." He sighed, backing off a little.
Wuya smirked through the cookie, but the smirk turned to shock as chase swooped forward and bit off the end of the cookie straight from her mouth.
"Hm, not bad. Ginger-y." chase said thoughtfully, walking out of the room.
The witch's mouth fell open, letting the rest of the cookie fall to the ground, turning more red every second.
Finally, minutes after he was gone, she spun around a giggled;
"I should bake more often."