Childish
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“Tell me again why I’mhelping you bake?”
“Because you might as wellhelp make what you shove down your throat every once in a while.”
“I thought these were for theCCPD’s bake sale?”
Right. Shoot, Iris thought Barrywould forget about that. “…Because you love me? And you work there. And I’ll make you your ownprivate batch after.”
“Ah, food—now that’s my one true love.”
Rolling her eyes, she lookedup from mixing her batter to see how her best friend was doing and saw he had aspeck of floor on his cheek. “But try to keep the ingredients in the bowl, will you?” She reached outto wipe it off his face but realized too late that her fingers weren’t all thatclean either and she turned a small speck into a big blob.
“Hey! You did that onpurpose!”
Iris’ face scrunched up asshe attempted to keep from laughing but burst out doing so anyway. “No, Ididn’t, I swear!” It was the truth, but she didn’t think her laughing at himwas going to make her statement believable.
Needless to say, a food fighterupted, and the kitchen looked like a winter wonderland afterward.
“I have flour in places flourshould never be.”
Blowing hair out of her face,Iris looked over at him, and the two young adults stared at each other for along moment. “I call dibs on the shower first!” she yelled, and the twosprinted towards the stairs together, pulling and shoving each other out of theway the entire way there.
( Iris won, naturally, ignoring Barry’s, “Hey, what about guests first,huh?”, replying with a, “You snooze, you lose, Allen.” )
She was sure to grow out ofit eventually. Probably. Don’t hold your breath though.
