A Demonic Dance

Chapter Forty Five: It's obvious

"Just watch me." He shot back, freezing slightly at the cupboards as he realised he had absolutely no clue how to make a cake yet alone the ingredients to use. George just shook his head in amusement.

"Geeeeeeeeeeorge, can you help me make a caaaaaaake." The demon whined.

"No Dream I won't." Was George's reply, happily turning back to scrolling through Twitter.

Of course however, Dream could never take a no for a no, and had soon walked back over to George and picked him right off the sofa, before proceeding to carry him over to the kitchen counters.

"Dream put me down, what are you doing?!" George exclaimed, hitting Dream on his chest as he was bridal carried over to the kitchen.

"What I'm doing doesn't matter, what you are doing however, is helping me make a cake."

"Am I really?"

"Yes."

"And why would I do that?" George questioned defiantly, Dreams response being to plonk him on the countertop and kiss him harshly.

"Because you love me?" Dream suggested, smirking into the kiss.

"I don't remember ever saying I loved you." George shot back though he was still wearing a smirk like Dream. They both knew he loved him with all his heart. He just wasn't ready to say it yet .

"Oh believe me it's obvious." The demon drawled, pulling away from George so he could rifle through the cupboards to look again for ingredients for a cake.

"What kind of cake are you even trying to make?" George asked, jumping off the counter.

"I have no clue." Was Dreams reply, making the other sigh as he walked back to the sofa to get his phone.

"I'll find us a recipe then." The brunette replied with a sigh, scrolling on his phone for a minute before having seeming an adequate recipe. "How about a carrot cake?"

"You put carrots in a cake?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Dream I don't know, I just know it tastes nice."

"Alright then." Dream declared. "Carrot cake it is. So, what do we need."

"Ummmm a lot." George said with a sigh, scrolling through the list of ingredients on his phone. "We need all purpose flour, vegetable oil, brown sugar, carrots...." And the list went on, both looking through cupboards and in other weird places until they had each and every ingredient played out on the table in front of them (there had been a few ingredients they couldn't find, but they told themselves they'd find substitutes as they went along).

"Okay, so, what's first." The demon asked, looking around at the mounds of weird ingredients in front of them -half of which he'd never heard of- while George preheated the oven behind him.

"Okay so it says 'Whisk the brown sugar, granulated sugar, oil, eggs, applesauce, and vanilla together in a large bowl until combined and no brown sugar lumps remain.'" George replied, reading out the instructions before grabbing the scale out from god knows where before plonking a bowl on top as Dream gathered the needed ingredients.

"Where's the applesauce?" He asked, his eyes scanning over the things on the counter.

"We don't have applesauce."

"Would apple juice work instead?"

George just looked at him like he'd suggested the dumbest thing in the world. Were apple sauce and Apple juice not practically the same thing? Apparently not.