1 week later
*Austin*
"Ian! Ian! I need you," I call through the house... where the hell did he go? I told him that I need him for this.
The door opens and Benjamin comes in; he takes one look at me and grabs his phone, snapping some pictures. "This... you in an apron, that is just too good not to eternalize."
"Have you seen Ian? The bastard deserted me," I make a face. "I have no idea how long to bake this."
He sends me a cheeky grin. "Why are you baking? Is there someone you want to kill? Because I am sure there are easier ways than this."
"Well, actually right now, I do have this urge to kill someone..." I huff just as the door opens and Ian walks in. "Ian... help... how long should I bake it?"
He looks into the oven and then he starts to laugh rather uncontrollably. "God, Austin
