Hear me out, baking cakes with Ross
Okay so I’ve kinda done a smutty version of it here
But I think baking with Ross starts off as something of a spur of the moment decision. You’re both bored, you’ve both been binging gbbo, you both think you can definitely do so much better. Plus you have made little things here and there before so it’s all well and good. And out comes the flour, the butter, lots of chocolate, etc. One of you pulls out a recipe from some corner of the internet. It’s definitely way beyond your expertise but none of you wants to admit it. Once everything is in a bowl, you start mixing it together but he notices how your arms get tired after a bit and demands to have the bowl so he can mix it. You instantly agree because a) your arms are sore and b) he's wearing a tank top and his arms look really nice with all that movement. So you just sit on the counter, heels thudding against the drawers and just talk about anything and everything. From your new favourite music to how he's feeling about the upcoming tour. There are several discussions about how and when you can join etc. Ross holds out the spatula in front of you so you can lick it clean because he's a gentleman :) eventually the cookies come out of the oven and they are...dry to say the least.
You giggle at each other, you know you fucked up but you break one in half anyway to taste it and yeah... it's bad. you're like 'wow babe, these are shit,' and he dramatically clutches his chest and goes , 'even when i added all my love into it?' but suffice it to say, you stick to just eating store-bought cookies and judging people on gbbo from your high-horse <3