May I share some angst? I headcanon that my MC stress bakes and she managed to convince Grayson to join her whenever he was stressed too.(They have a sign above the kitchen entrance, “Amzy and Gronk’s Laboratory”) For 10 years Grayson can’t eat his or MC’s favorite dessert because they don’t taste the same. Cut to Grayson coming home exhausted from work, opening the apartment door and being greeted with the scent of vanilla. Something he hasn’t had in the apartment for years. “Hey Gronk, where did you put our cookie cutters? And why were the cupcake tins shoved to the back of the cabinet?”
this is some a level, michelin star angst, bestie, i very much enjoy












