[autumn]
"Okay, this smells great, but...are you sure this is edible? Considering the fact that I made it."
I'm positive.
She persuaded him to do some baking that day, and it turns out, baking was the one thing he was terrible at.
The muffin in his hand was the product of her guiding his shaking hands through the steps, one by one, at a painfully slow pace.
"I've never even tasted cinnamon before."
What a sin. Now eat.
He nibbled at it. Then took another bite. Then devoured the whole thing.
I told you it's heavenly.
He gazed at her with wide eyes, swallowed, and asked like a child,
"Do we have more?"
She laughed, and pulled out a full tray of yet more muffins.
