"Grab some sugar Gabe, we are gonna need lots of it. Oh, and flour!" You hustle along grabbing the things you need to bake. You were going to bake an apple pie and some homemade cookies. Gabe had willingly offered to help bake and he came with you to get the flour and sugar. You were a little surprised yourself that Gabe wanted to help bake. But, Ami did tell you he was the mamas boy so maybe some of that is coming back to him. He keeps close behind you like a child, holding the bags of sugar and flour close. You turn and watch him eyeball everything nervously. "What's wrong Gabe?" You whisper. His eyes jump to yours and he tries to smile. "I am a huge train wreck! I am so clumsy I could probably trip and break everything in this store!" You giggle and move forward in the line. "It's alright, we are almost done." He nods warily and repositions his bags. Back on the Integrity he feels more in his range and moves freely about. He has left the bags of flour and sugar long gone in the kitchen on board. Soon Browntown comes into view and you go below to grab your stuff. "Gabe! Come help me please!" You hear his heavy footsteps come from the backside and into the cabin. "Coming! Sorry I forgot!" He jumps down the ladder and makes his way to you. He stumbles over the doorway but manages to stay on two feet. He looks up at you with a red face and you can't help but giggle. "Okay, maybe you are a bit clumsy, but so am I!" He shakes his head and grabs the bags. "There is no way you are as clumsy as me." You squeeze your way through the boat. "Yeah, you're right. There is nobody more clumsy than you. But you are my clumsy husband and I love you for it." He chuckles and waits for you to climb the ladder. "I am glad you think so." Ami is happy to see that you had bought sugar and flour like she had asked. "Thank you darlings. What are you going to make today?" She takes a bag of sugar from Gabe and turns her attention to me. I shoulder Gabe and raise an eyebrow. "Well, Gabe here is going to help me make a pie and cookies! But we will see how that goes." She giggles and pats Gabe on the arm. "You will do fine sweetie. Remember when you used to help me cook?" You watch her trying to bribe him into telling you the stories. "Maybe another time ma, we have to get a cookin'!" He says turning you around quickly to get back home. "So what first?" He asks setting the things down in the shelf. "Let's make the pie first and then the cookies." Throughout the pie making process Gabe helps you and does everything he can to not mess it up. It seems very important to him that he can prove himself to you. During the cooking making process, Gabe sneezes. He manages to miss the dough, but not the flour. The flour goes everywhere and he stops to stare at his mess. You cover your mouth and laugh. "Gabe, look way you did!" He shakes his head at the mess. "Now I am going to have to clean it up, aren't I?" You nod and continue rolling the dough. He stops what he is doing and comes over to you. He wipes a hand on your hair and forehead, laughing. You freeze and gasp. "You did not just do that." You turn around to confront him. He shrugs and holds up his flour covered hands. You smirk and reach behind you. Your hand clasps a chunk of dough. Before he realized what you are doing, the dough has left your hand and hits him on the cheek. You laugh evilly at the small amount of dough in his face. It is in his sideburns and hair as well as across his cheek. He lets his arms down in defeat and his lips set into a straight line. "Now I have to go wash off in the freezing creek!" "Well me too!" You reply pointing to your hair. He looks around you at what's left of the cookies. "Let's not finish. I don't even care anymore." He turns to head towards the creek. You follow him to the creek giggling the whole way. He didn't even bother to while off his face. Once at the creek he stands for a second as if to brace himself for the cold. You walk over to him and lean up on your toes. "You got s little something." You say sarcastically. He raises his eyebrows. "Do I really?" You bring your face up to his and lick off some cookie dough from his cheek. He stares at you in shock. "Hmm, it tastes sweet, just like you. Thank you for trying to help." He continues to stand in utter shock as you wash out the flour in your hair.
