"Come on, you know you want to"
"No I don't"
"Come on Greg, please" Molly stuck her bottom lip out pouting
"No, you're just going to have to wait until later"
"But it'll be too hard later"
"Fine" he rolls his eyes as he gives in "you can lick the spoon but that means I get the mixing bowl"
He passes her the spoon before swiping his finger round the rim of the mixing bowl and bringing it to his lips.
"You know, if the cake is as good as the mixture it's going to be bloody amazing"