Day 04 - Baking
"What're you doing, Felix?"
Yell over. Yell back. Joyful noise.
"I'm baking! Apple swirl cake."
He doesn't tack on anything so irritating as a "Your favorite~!" (even though he wouldn't have been wrong), but Oscar rankles regardless.
"Why'd you have to make that? Why couldn't you make...I dunno, grasshopper brownies, or something?" Something more...manly. Right?
Felix's face appears over the other side of the counter, at last. His tone's softened, slack around the corners.
"I thought you loved when I baked. After all, I do it for you."
Cripes. No way to wriggle straight-and-narrow manliness out of that.