Chapter eighteen: Cookies/milk.
Raven awoke and gave a wide yawn, stretching her arms up and out. She noticed rather quickly that the other half of the bed was vacant, though not made. She rolled her eyes; he never could clean up after himself. With a sigh she swung her legs over until they found the floor and she proceeded to go through her morning routine. When she was dressed and ready she eyed the unmade bed, and with a slightly irritated sigh she went to set it right.
She made her way to the common room, hoping to find Beast Boy, it was very rare that he ever rose before her, and his absence had piqued her interest considerably. The doors hissed as they opened, and she eagerly stepped through. Raven hadn't known what to expect, but of the entire list of possibilities that she'd considered, what greeted her was not one of them.
The intoxicating aroma of chocolate and warm home-baking reached her in a waft the second she entered the room. She sniffed appreciatively and her empty stomach growled. From the kitchen she heard contented humming, the voice she recognized undoubtedly as Beast Boy's. She glanced over and was – for a second- perplexed when she could see no one occupying the space. Her bewilderment was cleared when Beast Boy popped up, having bent down to retrieve the baked goods from the oven.
She made her way over, her entrance had been as silent as ever and the sound of the common room doors had been lost in the clanging of trays in the oven. It was most likely as a result of these things that Beast Boy, even with his acute senses, had yet to notice her. If she had been walking, as opposed to levitating like she was, he would no doubt have registered her footsteps. Carefully she came up behind him, waiting patiently for him to place the hot trays on top of the stove, and close the oven.
Beast Boy yanked off the oven mitts, and turned off the oven he'd been slaving over for most of the morning. He was oblivious to his girlfriend's presence behind him. There was a beat of seeming silence before his pointed ears twitched; zoning in what he thought was the sound of breath. He didn't need to wonder for long, however, as Raven wrapped her slender arms around his middle from behind, and he quickly catalogued her floral scent.
"Cookies?" Raven asked incredulously.
"Cookies." Beast Boy affirmed with a slight nod of his head.
A proud smile had graced his features as he gazed upon the two piping hot trays of near-perfect chocolate chip cookies. He silently congratulated himself on a successful first attempt. Raven looked around the kitchen for the first time, taking in her surroundings. She hadn't noticed the mess at first glance, too occupied was she in what Beast Boy was doing. But now that she looked, she gave a deep sigh at the state in which he'd left the kitchen.
"Will you ever learn to clean up after yourself?" she asked.