“You know, when I said ‘let’s bake a cake’, I was expecting most of the ingredients to go in the bowl rather than on my head” she whined, trying her best to look annoyed despite the smile creeping through. She couldn’t actually be too upset considering she’d thrown the first handful of flour. “I’m not sure we even have enough left to make the cake now.”
“I just think you underestimated how competitive I am when it comes after the first fist full of flower being thrown.” Morgan teased, wiping ingredients off of his nose.













