"My cookies are far better than yours." Adrien said, watching Emma happily scarf down the cookie with chocolate m&m's in it.
"Oh yeah? And what proof do you have of that?" Marinette asked her husband.
"Just look at her eyes! They're so bright and sparkly!"
"Emma's eyes are always bright and sparkly, Dad." Hugo quipped.
"Okay then, what about the brightest little chocolate m&m covered smile?" Adrien asked.
"Again," Marinette said. "She eats cookies sloppily, like some people I know." She raised an eyebrow at her husband.
"Hey, you have no right to accuse me of sloppily eating cookies. That was when we were dating. It was a luxury at the time. Now it's a regular thing. And I'm an adult."
Marinette rolled her eyes.
"Hey Dad," Hugo called. "If your cookies are "far better" than Mom's, then why is Emma climbing the counter trying to get Mom's batch instead and your cookie is discarded near the trashcan?"
Adrien put on a pretend hurt look. Marinette, being the mama bear she was, rushed to get her curious child back on the ground. Emma, mad that her ultimate plan failed, fell on her back and started wailing.
Marinette grumbled slightly and got her daughter one of her cookies. Emma scarfed it down and relaxed.
"See? I told you my cookies were far better than yours." Marinette said with a smirk.
"You three are cruel," Adrien declared.
"No, I'm just a good baker." Marinette said proudly as Hugo cackled, almost maniacally at how good his mother had taught her father who the baker of the house was.