-Cooking-
Claire Redfield was beautiful, smart, strong, the list could go on and on, but the one thing she could not do was cook. Cooking was not something natural that came to the redhead. Whether it be hamburgers, chicken, brownies, or cake. If she was in the kitchen, something wrong was bound to happen. Last time she even burned Leon along the way, which made him fear for his life when he saw her with a spoon in hand.
He watched her mix different colors of frosting in separate bowls. Green, red, yellow, and white. Leon knew what that meant: Christmas cookies.
Oh shit.
Not that. Anything but that! The last time Claire made cookies at her old place... Well lets say that's the reason why it was her 'old place'.
"Claire, hon?" asked Leon worried. He just bought all new stainless steel appliances. He can just go ahead and kiss them goodbye like the rest of his house.
"Yeah, Leon?" she turned her had towards his and had some powered sugar on her cheek, making her look innocent.
"Are you trying to cook."
"No.. Uh of course not, baby..." she gave a sincere smile and looked at the pre-baked cookies in front of her, "Just wanted to ice some Christmas cookies for you."
"Oh, for me?" he grinned slighty.
"And some for me too, of course." she gave a wink and started to go back to mixing her frosting.
"Claire,"
"Yeah?"
"Just be careful, ok?"
Ahe blew her bangs out of her eyes and sighed, "Leon, I,"
He smiled softly and tucked her stray hair away behind her ear, "I know."