"It's like you're psychic," Marlene said, smiling as Sirius laid out the ingredients on the counter. "You always know how to make me feel better."
"Of course," he said, pausing to kiss her on the cheek. "I am psychic — but I'm shit at baking cookies. Will you help me?"
"Only because I don't want you to burn down the flat," Marlene teased. "Budge over."
"This is so boring," Sirius groaned, banging his head on the table in dramatic fashion. Marlene stifled an eye roll. "How long does it take cookies to bake?"
"There are only a few minutes left on the timer," Marlene pointed out patiently. "No one said you had to be there to supervise them."
"Yes, but it was my idea. I want to see it through." Sirius glared fiercely at the oven. "But your idea sounds very tempting."
Marlene giggled. "Just a few minutes, babe. Be a patient boy."
Marlene separated the cookies into two trays. Handing Sirius a bag of icing, she started carefully piping it on the circular cookies.
Five minutes later, her tray was still clean. Sirius's, however…
"Bloody hell, Sirius," she breathed. "Even Harry could do better than that."
"I raised Harry, so his skills would be as laughable as mine," Sirius snapped. "Not all of us are as naturally talented as you."
Marlene looked down at her impeccably iced cookies, biting her lip. "Lily taught me," she said heavily. Sirius sobered at the mention of his dead friend.
"I'm sorry," he said sincerely. Trying to redirect the conversation, he asked, "Will you show me how you got your lines so perfect?"
Thirty minutes later, after the icing had dried, Sirius began to eat. For him, it was heaven. For Marlene…
"Leave some for me, won't you?" she asked mirthfully, watching with some kind of horror as Sirius greedily devoured the cookies while she nibbled on one. "Any person would think you were starving."
"I waited so long," Sirius groaned around a mouthful of cookie. "Let me enjoy it."
Marlene laughed. "At least if you're not going to save some for me, save some for Harry. He could really use those cookies after his exams finish tomorrow."
Sirius stopped chewing. That's how Marlene knew she'd hit the right button. Sirius was wrapped around Harry's finger. He'd do anything for him, especially since his parents had died — Sirius just wanted his godson to be happy.
"...Okay," Sirius said, swallowing the last bite of the cookie. "Only for Harry, though. I can think of some other ways I can make you feel better." He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
"Well then what are you waiting for?"
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