Sunny Side Up
((Post-series future fic; humor, fluff - Rating: K+; Words: 467)
Drake ducks down to avoid the egg hurtling through the air towards him; it slams into the refrigerator door and breaks, yolk and shell sliding down to the chrome door. He pops back up and surveys the mess that he and Mindy have made. All he said was that Mindy has more to learn from her mother when it comes to cooking. He wasn't trying to offend her. It's not like he was criticizing or doubting her abilities in the kitchen—it was an observation. He hadn't expected her to respond to the perceived insult by dumping a measuring cup full of baking flour over his head.
"Shit."
She takes in the sight as well. "I'd say there's no need for that kind of language except—"
"Yeah." Drake points at Mindy's cheek, "You've got a bit of batter..."
She wipes her hand off on the dishtowel before she rubs her cheek with her hand. She considers not telling him that his hair is covered in flour. She scrunches up her nose a bit. "Your hair."
He frowns and shakes his head. There's still a decent amount of flour in his hair. "Did I get it?"
Mindy bites her lips, trying not to smile. "Come here," she says, extending her hand upwards to brush the remaining flour from Drake's hair.
"We need more eggs."
"You think?" She says sarcastically, bringing her hand back down to her side.
Drake picks a bit of eggshell out of Mindy's hair. "I can help you wash your hair. Sorry about that."
She raises an eyebrow, "I think you've helped enough for today, don't you?"
"I just thought I'd try making you breakfast."
"And I appreciate that, it was a very sweet thought, but if I'd left you to your own devices, you probably would have burnt the house down. My parents asked me to house sit because that is exactly the sort of thing they don't want to happen while they're gone."
He grins, "Yeah, but they also don't want me here with you while they're gone."
"Drake, they don't want you here when they are here."
"Yeah, I noticed that. They kind of hate me. Like, a lot." He looks put out for a second then he shrugs it off. Smugly, "Sucks for them; you like me."
She rolls her eyes. "I think that we've established that I more than like you."
"Yeah, but I still like to hear you say it."
She wraps her arms around his neck. "I love you."
"I love you too."
Drake's too caught up in the kiss that follows to notice that Mindy removes one of her arms from around his neck until he feels the pressure of something being smushed against the top of his head as he hears the cracking of an eggshell.
*** Finis ***