"So, what brought you to the kitchen to see me? Surely, you weren't there just because you want to pilfer some of the muffins I baked, were you?" I tease as I wheel him on his wheelchair through the long hallway towards my room.
"Please," Gel snorts while chewing a mouthful of muffin. "I didn't even know you were baking in the kitchen."
"Oh yeah? Then what the heck am I doing there if I wasn't baking, huh?!"
"Uhm..." Gel looks thoughtful for a moment, but that didn't stop him from taking bites off the muffin. "You...were waiting for the muffins to bake and then eat them without me knowing?"
"Moron," I give the back of his head a playful yet gentle whack. "For your information, I'm not you. Don't lump me with your ilk and label me as a greedy baked good thief. I can bake my own baked go
