all things fair in love and food

Dusk scowled. Bramble thought she was sooooooo smart with her logic and baking... The darker sister pouted a little, but move to help scoop the goopy stuff into little balls. She then watched as Bram laid them out with perfect spacing and slid them into one of the ovens. The heat from said oven made Dusk feel a little sleepy and thus calmed her somewhat. By the time the cookies were ready to come out, the crease in her forehead was smoothed.

Crispy around the edges. That's how Dusk felt. "What am I supposed to say to him when these cookies are done?" Dusk wrinkled her nose. "I thought of you enough to go out of my way to bake you cookies, please don't think I'm weird?" And again with the pout. Then her eyes went wide as saucers and she looked to her sister with her mouth hanging open. "What if he likes them? What if he wants to kiss me?!" Bloody hell... She wasn't ready for that!

"Dusk"