"Aren't you done arranging those cookies yet?" Marinette cried at Adrien. "We have to get them in the oven before the morning rush!" Before Adrien could respond, she dashed off tray in hands towards the oven.
Easter was just days away, and there was dozens of batches of cookies to bake and decorate! "Don't rush me!" Adrien called back. Marinette slammed the oven door shut. "Oh, they'll be a rush. A rush of angry customers if we don't start decorating now!" Adrien handed her the piping bags, and suddenly wished he hadn't. Marinette had her "Angry Bugaboo" face on, never a good sign. "Take that, and that, and that!" she cried, squirting icing on to the cookies crazily instead of neat and pretty designs.
"I'll get the next set of cookies going," Adrien called to her, wondering if she could hear him. He whisked frantically as Marinette iced frantically. He took a quick peek at the clock. Could time go any faster this morning?
Adrien was about to check on the timer for Marinette's cookies when he heard something crunch beneath his feet. "Uh-oh," he said aloud, holding the bowl up so he could see what he stepped on. "Agreste, this is no time for the word "Uh-oh!" Marinette called.
Adrien gasped and lent down out of sight. Marinette whipped her head around as she heard a "oh, no!" coming from her boyfriend. "What?"
But Adrien wasn't answering. Blowing a stray lock of hair away from her face, Marinette stepped away from her piping bag. "No, no, no!" "What happened?" "I stepped on it!" Adrien wailed. "What?" "It must have fallen off the counter," Adrien told her, scooping up a mangled mess of what looked like frosting. "It was one of the edible flowers I made earlier this morning." Marinette's shoulders sagged with relief. "Whew! I thought it was important! Don't scare me like that!"
Marinette heard a soft sniffle and looked at Adrien. He was staring down dejectedly at the now crushed flower.
"Oh, don't give me puppy eyes! I'll help you make a new one!" "Princess, you may want to check on your cookies first." Marinette gave a little start. "Thanks." They brushed knuckles, smiling.
They would get through this morning somehow!
