Adrien tried not look at bowl Marinette was stirring. If he did, he would most certainly try to sneak some dough, and was sure to get a scolding. "You look deep in thought? Care to share?" Marinette giggled. "The batter smells so good. Why can't we just eat dough?" "Adrien, raw dough will give you tummy aches." Adrien groaned softly. He could smell the chocolate chips, the vanilla extract. If were Cat Noir right now, he was sure his tail would be swishing. "I can't even tell a yoke, I mean joke," Adrien sighed, then grinned.
"Don't you have anything better to do then watch me bake?" At this, Adrien perked up. "I am doing something. I'm sitting here being cute." "That's not….why me?" Marinette asked softly.
Adrien wished he could swish his tail. Then he could find a sure way to sneak some batter. After all, a tiny bite wouldn't hurt, would it? "Your going to be make someone happy with all your delicious cooking and baking, Bugaboo." Marinette stared at him. "I'm marrying you, your dork! Someday!"
"Yeah, and you'll make me cookies everyday," Adrien said dreamily, hand on his cheek as he reached towards the bowl. Closer...closer….
His cookie dream was suddenly shattered when Marinette rapped his hand with her wooden spoon. "Hey!" Adrien flew upright, cheeks as red as cherries. When caught being naughty, freeze.
"Just what do you think your doing, Agreste? Paws out of the bowl!" "Come on, Princess. Is the face of someone who would steal dough, or is it your Prince Meowing?" He slowly begin to slide the bowl towards him. "Give me the bowl. And no one sees my cookie wrath."
Adrien slowly slide the bowl over. "Happy?" "Yes. Now, be a love and grab me some Starbucks. I need to get you out of the kitchen, or they'll be no cookies!"
Adrien shot up from his stool. "No cookies? Coffee coming up!"
It would be a cat-strophe if there were no cookies!