Sokeefe baking
"No, thats wrong!" Sophie shouted at the blonde haired devil that had decided that salt and sugar were the same thing.
Together they were creating chocolate chip cookies, one of Sophie's favourites back in the Forbidden Cities. She'd mentioned off-handily to Keefe about how much she enjoyed making them with her human parents when she was a kid, and he'd decided instantly that teleporting to the Forbidden Cities and gaining the ingredients just to make them was a completely sound plan.
Sandor had been super mad, lecturing them on how they couldn't just run to the human cities for ingredients to make some mediocre cookies without their bodyguards when the Neverseen was out there. She agree completely with his reasoning, unlike the stupid boy next to her.
"What do you mean?" Keefe asked, "this is sugar!"
"No, thats salt."
"What on Earth is salt?!"
She let out a sigh, forgetting elves didn't have the salty grains in their recipes. "Look, I don't know how to explain it, but I can tell you that it is NOT SUGAR!"
"Ok, ok, calm down, you're in charge of these human recipes, Fos-boss."
She glared at him, but inside she was the opposite of mad, her voice betraying her feelings when she grumbled at him, "don't call me Fos-boss."
He tilted her chin at him, meeting her strange brown eyes with his ice-blue ones. "You know, Foster, even if I wasn't able to read your emotions from metres away, I would still be able to guess that you're not actually mad at me."
"Perhaps your Empath abilities are failing, cause I will have you know that I'm completely mad at you—" He cut her off, crashing her lips down onto hers, kissing her softly and sweetly, hands wrapped around her waist as she reached up to place her hands in his blonde curly hair, tugging on strands as he kissed her harder and harder.
Her mood plummeted the second he pulled away, laughing as he felt the emotions waft through the air towards him. "I thought you were mad at me, Miss Foster," he said with a wink that she rolled her eyes at.
"You are so stupid," she muttered, before reaching forward to kiss him again. The cookies could wait, she decided.