Taylor
Taylor watched from her designated stool at the kitchen island as Claire had turned her kitchen into a small bakery. There were plates of fresh cookies cooling on every flat surface imaginable and the oven had been going for a couple of hours already, introducing a lovely warm glow and an even lovelier smell.
"How many cookies are you making exactly?" Taylor asked, her gaze travelling over the sea of cookies everywhere.
"Well, it"s a bake sale, so a lot," Claire replied as she handed Taylor a metal bowl. "Mix, please."
Just like with the previous batches, Taylor dragged the whisk through the flour until it combined with the eggs and formed somewhat of a paste. She"d never done anything like this herself and while the weighing and shaping was a little tedious, the overall process
