"Strawberries?" Cain looked over to see Jean crawl forlornly into the kitchen. "I smell strawberries."
"We're having strawberry muffins for breakfast," Cain said, trying not to laugh at the sleepy blonde man. "As a treat for the day off."
"Strawberries..." Jean reached over to grab a handful.
Cain let him. Jean possessed an absolutely bizarre passion for the things, and he was loath to deny his spiky-headed idiot of a lover such a treat.
He adored spoiling Jean silly.
The man in question slunk out of the kitchen, nibbling on his pilfered sweets.
"Don't spoil your appetite," Cain said, almost automatically. "If you do, I'll be ticked."
"I won't." Jean's voice drifted in from the library. "Did I know we had a copy of Faustus?"
"It's your book, Jean. You'd have better known we have it."
"It's not a book," the blonde said petulantly, wandering back into the kitchen and affectionately kissing the top of his head. "It's a play."
"And this coming from the man that calls a salamander a lizard?"
"Technically, a salamander is a lizard."
"Jean!"
"You know I'm right."
Growling, Cain whipped around and shoved a particularly fat strawberry into Jean's mouth. "Shut up."
"M'mph!" Jean bit down, chewing with every sign of enjoyment.
"At this rate, I'll never get the muffins done!"
Jean waved the remaining half of his strawberry. "Yes, you will. Even if I pester you all day, you'll still somehow manage to pull off a dozen perfect muffins." Jean grinned mischievously. "Muffin Alchemist."
"Jean." That was the Warning Tone. Cain wasn't exactly annoyed. Just mildly exasperated.
The taller blonde looped an arm around his shoulder. "I'm just teasing."
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