"you have flour on your cheek."
you swipe over finney's cheekbone with a thumb.
"oh."
your mouth hangs open as you realise you've smeared more flour over his cheek. you stare down at your hands, coated in flour.
"you're the biggest idiot." finney smiles, shaking his head and wiping his cheek with a clean cloth.
you continue sprinkling flour over a wooden board, preparing to flatten and cut out cookie dough.
finney cuts out a circle and ices it with blue and green icing to resemble the earth, whilst you spread yellow icing over a round cookie to form the sun.
you shape black fondant into a pair of sunglasses and a curved smile and place it onto your sun. finney looks over at your creation.
"how would the sun put on sunglasses if it doesn't have arms?" finney says pointedly.
"shut up, smarty pants. the real question is, how can sunglasses survive the sun's heat?"
"who's the philosopher now?"
"just saying."
you end up with cookies of every planet in the solar system. the warm cookie was perfect, balanced with the sweetness of the icing.
finney had a leftover bowl of blue icing, smearing icing on his finger and licking the bowl clean. his lips are tinged blue.
"your lips are red," finney points out. you stick your tongue out.
"your tongue is bright red too!" he exclaims, easily entertained.
"thanks to the cookie of mars. now let me have some icing."
finney hugs the bowl. "nope. all mine."
you lean over to kiss him, tongue swiping over his bottom lip. finney's eyes widen, heartbeat quickening. you smirk.
"hm. i couldn't taste it."
"try again then." he leans forward and kisses you.
you hear gwen's footsteps approach and pull away, freezing. finney pretends to be very interested in the empty bowl he's holding. you quickly move to pack away the ingredients, acting busy.
"smells good. what did you bake?" gwen asks. her eyes roam the kitchen, then narrow at finney.
"finney, why are your lips purple?"
