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spicyxlinda​:

”Yeah, it’s been a challenge, but I tend to gravitate towards those.” Linda confessed honestly. She didn’t want to always play it on the safe side and had decided to be more dauntless because she felt like it would contribute to making her stronger. As the trio reached the ice cream parlor, the brunette held the door open for Maggie and Jaime while also listening to what the detective was telling her. The mention of Gotham City made shivers run down her spine, flashes of her last and only visit flickering right before her very eyes. Her bag had been stolen, though Linda had luckily gotten her belongings back, but it still hadn’t been a pleasant visit at all. “I’ve been to Gotham City once… for a story. I got mugged while I was there and decided I’m never going back to that shady place again.”

“Well, on behalf of the city I apologise. It isn’t the friendliest place.” Maggie noted with a small chuckle at Linda’s words. “I think it’s wise to stay away from it for good.” She nodded. Gotham had been a much needed change of scenery for her at the time, but she had to admit it was no place to stay long term. Especially with her daughter.

“Did you grow up here?” Maggie asked, smiling to herself as her daughter leaned up against the glass covering the ice cream with wide, entranced eyes.

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Kate K. ✉ Maggie S.

Kate: Then if you want me to meet her and she's ready, so am I

Kate: Yes, evidently.

Kate: It's rocky waters to wade, but you make it worth it

Kate: Boris and Natasha will help me make a good first impression then

Kate: I can be there in 20 minutes

Maggie: You're worth it too you know

Maggie: You already make a good first impression trust me. Though they're certainly not gonna hurt matters

Maggie: We'll be ready. See you soon x

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spicyxlinda​:

Linda nodded her head in confirmation. It had been one of her first stories and she really hoped that she’d done it justice and that she was cut out for her new job. She really liked it so far and wanted to do well of course, but she also knew that she couldn’t always please everyone in life. “That was one of my first stories actually. I used to be a sports reporter, but crime interested me more, so I decided to switch jobs.” she admitted, navigating herself towards the ice cream parlor with Maggie and her daughter. Working with Iris again was a lot of fun so far and Linda was glad that she got the opportunity to spend more time with her friend. “What about you? Have you worked on any cases I might’ve heard of?”

“That’s quite the switch.” Maggie noted with a small whistle. She was sure sports journalism could be interesting to the right people, but it was definitely a different beat than crime. “Not here - I was still a pretty green detective when I was first staying here. Might have heard of a few of my cases in Gotham, though.” She shrugged, pointedly ignoring the way Jaime’s eyes lit up almost as much as they did at the sign of the ice cream parlour at the mention of some of her previous work. “Had this guy trying to freeze the whole city for... reasons, I don’t know. The Gotham crazies never did make much sense to me. Had a freeze ray. But I heard there was a similar kinda guy here - Corporal Cold or something?”

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Kate K. ✉ Maggie S.

Kate: Not in the slightest

Kate: I was actually going to suggest she come along.

Kate: But...I didn't want to suggest something the two of you weren't ready for

Kate: I hope she's a dog lover

Maggie: I want you to meet her. And honestly she's been bugging me about you ever since I told her I was seeing someone

Maggie: Just wasn't sure if YOU were ready for that

Maggie: We're both amazing at this evidently

Maggie: Oh you have no idea how much she loves dogs

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Kate K. ✉ Maggie S.

Kate: Morning Beautiful

Kate: How open are you to impromptu excursions?

Kate: Let me rephrase

Kate: How quickly can you get ready?

Maggie: Morning x

Maggie: Very open

Maggie: Usually

Maggie: But I have Jaime this week so

Maggie: Not sure if that changes your plans

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spicyxlinda​:

”Yeah, I’m right there with you.” Linda nodded with a slight grin appearing on her features. It was weird how the criminals of the city kept them both in business because it was sort of their job to stop people like that. And yet, if there were no criminals, they wouldn’t have jobs. Maggie’s job was a lot more hands on though - she actually tried to stop crooks whereas Linda attempted to do so by writing about the harrowing crimes they’d committed in hopes of scaring and maybe even stopping them. Their stories needed to be put out into the world so that the public was warned about the dangers that lurked about around here. “Mmh, let me think…” she pursed her lips over to one side as she started digging into her mind, searching for any potential cases that Maggie might have read about. Linda hadn’t been doing this for too long, but she’d still put a few stories out into the world that the other woman may have heard of. “The one about Roy Harper?”

“The guy who used to be the Arrow?” Maggie asked to clarify at the name, at the same time Jaime’s eyes lit up in excitement at the mention of a vigilante. She had her own suspicions about the man’s actual involvement in that vigilante persona, but the case was closed and Oliver Queen had been found out as the Green Arrow later anyway. “I did read what happened to him, that’s... well, I wouldn’t wish it on anyone.” She noted, unconsciously squeezing her daughter’s hand just a little tighter. She knew the man had children of his own now. The thought of something like that happening to her, of what that could do to Jaime, worried her deeply. It was a risk taken with the job, but vigilantes didn’t have the same support systems in place as official officers did.

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“Fuck me.” Maggie grumbled under her breath as she buried her head in one of her hands, the other cradling her coffee. She sat up to take a sip of it, groaning when the lid slipped loose briefly, dribbling lukewarm latte on her crisp white shirt. “Fuck me.” She muttered again, trying to dab hard at the stain with a napkin to no avail. She was hungover, trying to sort through a mountain of paperwork in a café that felt far too bright with all the natural light flooding in through the large windows.

She was ready to snap at someone when they walked past, jostling her elbow in what was clearly an accident, but Maggie had a short fuse when she was suffering the effects of a work night out. She opened her mouth to bark a ‘watch where you’re going’ or similar, but found her foul mood dissipating into embarrassment when she realised just who she was about to snap at.

"Sara!” Maggie’s voice went just one octave too high at the sight of the other woman. “Didn’t expect to see you here.” She noted after a beat, a sheepish smile tugging at her lips as she hoped it wasn’t too obvious how much she was suffering from her hangover. It hit her briefly that she had little idea as to where the younger woman stayed now or what she did since she returned to the world of the living. She had assumed she remained in Star City, and hadn’t thought to question beyond that.

@whitecanary-lance​

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It was an uncomfortable and unusual sight to see Christian in a hospital bed. After he had been dragged out of the hostage situation she found him in, it had taken everything in her to let the paramedics take over. Every instinct in her had screamed to not let him out of her sight for a second, but they needed to get him medical treatment as soon as possible and she needed to give her account to the Captain. All the time fretting over her friend - she had no doubt he would pull through. But she still hated the thought he was doing it alone while she was stuck working through the red tape. When she was finally dismissed she had been close to breaking the speed limit to the hospital, haphazardly parking her patrol car and making a beeline for the room she was told Christian was in.

“God, you look like hell.” She sighed at the sight of him - awake at least, but half of his face had swollen from the beating he received. She stepped closer to tentatively place a hand on his shoulder, wary of putting pressure somewhere injured. “I’m sorry I didn’t get there sooner.”

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agcntdanvcrs​:

alex’s lips pressed into an understanding smile - yeah she knew a bit about that. alex chuckled, knowing the answer to the question before maggie even asked, “a bit of both.” she parroted back at her but not without some detached humor in her tone. alex was in a place in her life where she felt fulfilled, happy, like she was truly beginning to understand what she wanted, and how she wanted to get it, and one of those desires had been for companionship. someone to have and to hold, and she wouldn’t let her thoughts veer too much into vows, as much as they have lately. when alex began to envision this kind of future, she approached with a tentative what if? what if it was lena? what if they could make it work? nothing had been set in stone, not even her intentions when things started but now it was different. lena wasn’t just a close friend she fell in bed with, or just some she had some romantic feelings for. lena was — she was lena, and for once it felt right. “maybe a little bit more to do with her.” 

alex was not too particular about her body, she had the kind of build that made most clothes comfortably snug where they needed to be, and loose where they should be. but she fussed, and tweaked, and tugged until she felt like the fabric sat just right on her and she tilted her head, appreciating the contrast of the color before she heard the hinges of the next door dressing room and stepped out herself. alex bowed her head, mimicking a curtsy at the woman’s praise before she looked up to assess the dress she wore, “i don’t to tell you that i’m always right but i stand uncorrected. you look fantastic. warm colors really suit you.” alex commented, “if i were your girl, i’d be speechless.” 

“so,” alex drawled on that syllable, “we’re buying these right?”

“Guess if our day jobs ever fall through we’ll make great fashion designers.” Maggie chuckled as they observed each other, nodding in agreement with Alex’s assessment. “And if I were yours I’d be floored.” She complimented - and it wasn’t untrue. Whoever Alex’s girlfriend was, she would be counting herself damn lucky when she saw her, Maggie was sure of that.

Maggie gave both of them another once over in the mirror before nodding imperiously. “We deserve it.” She confirmed with a small smile.

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thebravexandthebold​:

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Kate had never felt so pleased about affirmation in her entire life, not even from her father’s infrequent praises. Beyond this, she felt a flutter in her rib cage with each syllable of effortlessly volleyed banter from the gorgeous brunette. Had it ever been this simple, this easy before? That sense of comfortability was frequently taken for granted in this life. Reliance was placed much too heavily on those sensations of bundle nerves, the butterflies in the stomach, the trembling of the heart and Kate certainly felt that. The instantaneous effect, beyond the surprise, an electric tremor. One that rocked Kate to her very core. Tingles traveling in waves. However, there was also a repose in the exchange of glances, the lightest of touches, the mirth and warmth. And when she did return those glances she didn’t have to try to smile, it just came naturally. Everything about this seemed natural. Being attracted to someone was nice and Kate wasn’t discounting the chemistry between then, but falling so readily into the ease of being yourself with someone was equally essential.

There was a warmth mingling, filling the air along with the savory aroma of simmering sauce, cooked from the heart. Kate burst into quiet laughter as she felt Maggie’s chin sink into the crook of her shoulder. “Too high huh?” she parroted back, smoothing back the hair from Maggie’s face before leaning forward to rest their foreheads together. Tempted to kiss the faux pout away. “Well if you’re so intimidated by my skills,” she murmured teasingly, an errant finger trailing up her side. “I could just toss it all in the garbage and get takeout.” At this point, she turned her face to brush her lips against Maggie’s cheek, grinning as she did so. “I’ll try not to be so impressive, now and again.” Catching her eye, she couldn’t resist succumbing to her impulse, moving her lips over. All traces of teasing sentiments erased from Kate’s features. She brought their lips together at a measured pace, and in that brief kiss was a sweetness, a million thoughts condensed into a moment. 

"I definitely should put those noodles in the water,” she remarked as she drew back, gaze lingering for a moment longer before she slipped from Maggie’s space. But not without grabbing for her hand, not wanting to severe the touch completely. After boiling the noodles, a few final touches and a couple minutes more to let the sauce simmer, they were finally able to sit and eat. Before they could take the first swallows, Kate lifted the neck of her wine glass, her face warm from the alcohol already in her system and the general happiness of the evening. “To more nights to come” succinct and to the point, but a promise.

Maggie felt her chest warm, a deeply contented sigh falling from her lips as she felt Kate press their foreheads together, the closeness intimate and yet surprisingly undaunting. “And put all your hard work to waste?” She scoffed at the joking suggestion, shaking her head, causing the hair Kate had smoothed back to fall over her forehead again. Briefly, she wondered if Kate would brush it back again - the silly little hope that she would alighting in her heart just for the excuse to have Kate touch her.

She got one better as Kate leaned forward to kiss her. It was soft, and a little awkward with how Maggie couldn’t stop from smiling through it. But all the same she found herself stepping away with a pleased flush as Kate turned back to the food. Chaste as it was, it was a damn good kiss. “I’ll set the table.” She offered, reluctantly disentangling herself completely from Kate to do just that as she undid the apron from around her waist and hooked it back up where Kate pulled it from.

Once they were seated, the toast caught her off guard. She let out a small laugh, raising her glass to return the sentiment. “That a promise?” Her tone was teasing, but there was a genuine note of nervousness undercutting it. Would Kate want this to happen again if she got further entangled in her life, realised just how complicated it was? “I feel like you should know more about me before making that kind of decision.” She noted, her tone serious this time as she fiddled with the stem of her glass. It was always the part of a date she dreaded - digging into the things absolutely necessary to disclose. Her ex, her daughter. She wasn’t ashamed of any of it, but she had been burned before, all too often.

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theloisxlane​:​​

Lois was desperate. 

The type of desperation she didn’t readily admit to. How she wished she could heed the advice – and subtly demanding – urging of her husband and Editor and take it easy as she waddled into her third trimester. Goodness knows she could hardly do anything nowadays without getting short of breath or aches in places she didn’t care to mention. But, she could only convince herself to appreciate the allure of lethargy for a few days at most before she was at her wits end. The unrestricted wax and wane of idle hands isn’t always understood. The dilemma was that Lois lacked a second gear; slowing down was easier preached than practiced. Too frequently, she felt frantic in the absence of some sort of stimulus; a deadline to fulfill or a story to pursue. For what was a journalist without something to document.

Whether it was necessary to still feel the need to prove that even heavily pregnant she was just as fierce of a reporter as ever was a moot point. But she had nothing. The Martinez case had run cold and any efforts she’d made to find the connection between her almost attack and the fake kryptonite her attacker carried led nowhere. If she was being honest, she was feeling more than a little useless as of late. She was Lois Lane for god’s sake. Who was she if she wasn’t helping society tethered to truth and reason, if she wasn’t bridging the gap between events and public comprehension, or enabling the public to make reasonable and kind responses rather than knee jerk reactions.

Um, ma’am, this is a closed crime scene.

Lois cursed beneath her breath, knowing full well the detective was addressing her. She could scarcely slip through the crime scene’s perimeter without being spotted, especially when navigating through narrow areas necessitated interesting displays of contortion to shield her swollen belly. She turned slowly to eye the woman, an easy smile on her face she hoped would disarm the detective from becoming confrontational. “I could tell by all the yellow tape,” she quipped with a tilt of her head, an attempt to lighten the mood. Lois personally had a love-hate relationship with law enforcement. Being inquisitive was not always regarded as a virtue when a department sought to maintain secrecy. 

“Maternity leave is tedious; I’d much rather be where the action is,” she confessed, burying her hands in her trench coat’s pockets. “What, precisely, is the action?”

Maggie arched an eyebrow at the retort - usually anyone who wandered on her scene took one look at her and decided to play dumb or submissive, not challenge her. She had to admit she found it a little refreshing that this time someone hadn’t been so easily cowed. “Tedious as it may be - believe me I know - it’s a hell of a lot safer.” She noted. The perps were clearly long gone from the scene, but in the long term chasing them down could get the reporter in a dicey situation that Maggie wouldn’t want to see her walk into regardless of the fact she was pregnant.

“So far, we think it’s gang related.” She muttered, conceding to at least give the woman a story to run with - if only so she wouldn’t go sticking her nose in somewhere unsafe to get it herself. “Two men dead, still to be identified. Seems like a trade gone wrong. We’re looking for traces of any narcotics or weapons having been in the building.”

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spicyxlinda​:

”It can be.” Linda nodded. It was a job that could be very stressful and most people didn’t realize just how heavy it could be - not so much physically, mainly emotionally. As Maggie’s daughter was called over by her mother, Linda felt a genuine smile brushing over her lips. “Don’t worry about it, Jamie. Let’s think of it as you testing your strength and let me tell you, you’re very strong.” the brunette mused, giving the little girl a nod to give her words more effect. Ah, so the other woman was a detective, huh? Maybe that could come in handy sometime, what with Linda still feeling skittish from time to time when it came to Zoom. She was pretty sure that he no longer had any followers, though the city would always have to deal with some sort of danger or bad guy. Linda wasn’t looking forward to the next Zoom who would probably pop up soon - only this time, she’d be ready and she wouldn’t run away a second time. “To be fair, your job kind of ensures that I have a job. Sort of. But let’s be honest here, the real people footing my salary are the criminals of the city. They give me things to write about after all.” 

Maggie nodded in understanding at the woman’s explanation - investigative reporting she knew held its dangers just like being in the force did. And while sometimes reporters could overstep, she knew she had them to thank for digging up information sometimes that Maggie couldn’t. “Yeah, all that strength’s from eating your greens. So make sure you keep up with that.” She latched onto the comment to teach a lesson, laughing when Jaime’s face wrinkled up distastefully at the thought.

“Yeah, well, they keep us both in business. Not gonna thank them for it anytime soon, but...” She shrugged with a small chuckle, taking her daughter’s hand in her own to lead her as they walked alongside Linda. “Covered any cases I might have read?”

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You have these parents that support you so much, it drives you nuts. It’s the opposite for me.

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@thebravexandthebold

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“Okay, seriously this isn’t a pick up line. But I need you to write a number down on this napkin and give it to me.” Maggie requested, sliding into the booth across from a woman she only barely took a glance at before deciding she didn’t look like she’d scream bloody murder and throw a drink in Maggie’s face for daring to be a woman and flirting with her.

“Honestly, a fake number is preferable. I really just wanna rub this in Sipowicz’s face that I can get a number before he can.” She was a few drinks in at this point, enough that she now thought placing a bet like this with her stupid colleagues was a good idea. “Besides, he said if I failed he’d ‘show me how it’s done’ and you really don’t want that numbskull trying to hit on you.” She explained, casting a glance back at the man as he watched with a small group of other detectives. They were decent guys, but they were also dumbasses sometimes. She made a mental note to slap each of them upside the head for their dumb bets later - but not until she had showed them up.

She was about to ramble off an apology when she finally got a proper look at the woman, frowning slightly when something clicked in the back of her mind like familiarity - though from where her half-drunk mind couldn’t immediately place. “Fuck, please tell me I haven’t slept with you before.” She let slip without really thinking. 

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“Um, ma’am, this is a closed crime scene.” Maggie huffed. She was already running close to the end of her shift, and it looked like she wasn’t clocking off on time after being called to the scene. She had hoped to swing by Kate’s after, but if she was unlikely to get away for the next few hours, she doubted a visit between the hours of two to four AM weren’t going to be welcome. At least not this early in the relationship. So it would be another power nap then a lot of coffee to see her through her next morning on call.

So, suffice to say, sympathetic as she was to the odd sleep patterns and cravings caused by a little human rolling around inside you, she wasn’t in the mood to chase a pregnant woman away from her investigation.

“I get that sometimes a little night-time walk is needed but this really isn’t the area for it and-” She paused in her half-rant as she caught sight of the press pass dangling from the woman’s neck - the ID badge obscured as it had fallen to her side, unable to sit dead centre on her swollen belly. “Sheesh - the CCPN stop giving maternity leave or something?” She noted. She had been cordoned to her desk early on in her pregnancy, but far along as this woman seemed to be she had been off work entirely by that point.

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spicyxlinda​:

”Perfect. I’m in the mood for a day where I don’t have to think about work all the time.” Linda admitted. As much as she liked being a reporter, it was quite debilitating most of the time - especially when she had to work on stories that came with a lot of emotions. It was a challenge for her not to get tangled up in them whenever she was writing something up and Linda had never been the type of person who could effortlessly detach herself from her own feelings. “I love writing stories, don’t get me wrong, but being a reporter is pretty draining.” she continued, hazel eyes then curiously sweeping over the other woman. “So what do you do, Maggie? Aside from being an awesome, single mom, of course.”

“Tough job?” Maggie questioned, her tone sympathetic as she hugged Jamie to her side when the girl rushed back to her, immediately grasping on for a hug. “Hey Jaime, say hi to our new friend Linda.”

“Hey Linda!” The girl greeted enthusiastically, grinning up at the woman briefly before frowning a little as their previous run in seemed to dawn on her. “Sorry about running into you.” She pouted. Maggie gave her a small squeeze around her shoulders, appreciative of the apology even if it was belated. “Mom beats up bad guys!” The girl supplied helpfully before Maggie could answer. She let out a small laugh as she shook her up.

“I’m a detective - I try not to beat someone up unless they deserve it.” She clarified, ruffling Jaime’s hair in repayment for her answer. “As I keep trying to tell her, it’s a good eighty percent boring paperwork but it isn’t deterring her. I bet being a reporter is actually way more interesting.”

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thebravexandthebold​:

Kate grinned in response to Maggie’s enticingly provocative remark; if Kate had it her way there would certainly be more nights like that to come. There wasn’t any doubt. She could feel her heart racing behind her rib cage as she recalled the journey of frantic hands and roaming lips from her doorway to her mattress. Kate had charmed her share of women and considered herself quite adept at it, but she seldom engaged in one-night stands. Even between her failed romantic commitments. Yet, the night she spent wrapped in Maggie’s arms had been a venture in exploration and she had explored every inch of her; thoroughly, ceaselessly and truthfully. 

Physically and verbally expressing the depth of her unexpectedly intense fascination – and attraction – until the early hours of the morning when finally they lay bare, basking in the afterglow of bliss. Furthermore, it also somehow felt wonderfully familiar. Kate had found herself thoughtfully studying Maggie’s face that morning, which seemed to glow in the faint light that streamed in through the curtains. What was so different about this woman that she’d been completely unhinged over the course of one night? Kate didn’t know, but what she did know was that she looked so utterly beautiful in this present instant – mockingly scoffing at her remark – Kate was momentarily unsure how to proceed. Her fingers itching to draw her close and drag her right up the spiral staircase. 

Maybe dinner can wait…

With a chuckle, Kate’s grin only widened. “I take it back then,” she playfully conceded. “Did I say cute? What I mean to say was irresistible” she corrected with a wink, gently tugging at her apron strings as walked behind her to pot. “It’s those tiny little daffodils on the apron that really doing it for me. Smoking” she added. Kate moved about the kitchen with an understated expertise. Humming absently to a tune in her head until it was time to add Maggie’s tomatoes to the sauce. The next hour spent waiting for it to simmer before they could add the noodles enacted as such: An abundance of white wine, Kate near effortlessly exuding a hidden level of charm in the form of good-natured teasing, witty banter, and less than appealing snippets of singing in which it was discovered among her many talents, singing was not one of them. Then there was Kate’s near obsessive need to make sure the recipe was going along perfectly and so Maggie transitioned from sous chef to taste tester.

“How about this, more basil?” Kate asked, holding out a spoon loaded with sauce towards Maggie.

Maggie gave an approving nod at Kate’s new choice of term, letting herself be tugged along lightly by the string of her apron as the woman passed. “That’s more like it.” She agreed, feeling a pleased flush reach her cheeks, laughing along with Kate’s teasing. It was more than just the fact she was being complimented, but how easily it felt to let Kate tease her, to laugh along with her in the cosy space of her kitchen. It was the closest thing Maggie had felt to domestic in years.

She found herself biting down another laugh at Kate’s attempts to serenade her - a little off-key but still endearing. She sang along despite herself, doing her best to try and guide Kate gently into the rhythm of it but it appeared to be a lost cause. She found herself giving the other woman a small round of applause when it was done anyway, leaning against the counter top as she watched Kate stir the sauce lazily.

She quirked an eyebrow at the offered spoon, taking Kate’s wrist gently to steady it as she leaned forward and took it into her mouth. She let out a satisfied sigh at the taste, shaking her head as she released Kate from her grip. “It’s perfect.” She assured her with a shake of her head. Honestly, even if it wasn’t by Kate’s standards, it was one of the best things Maggie had ever tasted. “You’re setting the bar way too high here. I need to learn how to cook now.” She bemoaned jokingly, propping her chin on Kate’s shoulder with a small pout.