“How does it taste?” Luke looks at Ash expectantly as his friend chews the chocolate chip cookies Luke just attempted to bake.
“Pretty good, actually,” Ash concedes.
Luke punches the air. “Yes!”
“For your first time, it’s better than I’d give you.” Ash stuffs the rest of the cookie into his mouth in one go. “Yum, awesome. I’m going to make you bake these cookies every week.”
“Learn to make it yourself.” Luke swats the kitchen towel on Ash’s shoulder. “I’m not your housekeeper.”
“I know, dear, we already have one. But she definitely isn’t as pretty as you.” Ash bats his eyelashes.
“Sweet talking me won’t get you anywhere. I’m used to it.” Luke tries not to laugh. “Go make your own cookies. And stop eating these; they’re not for you.”
“Alright, alright.” Ash raises his hands. “I get i
