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“That’s…really tempting.” He admitted.
“But I’d be a terrible influence if I said yes.” He grinned and then chewed at the end of his thumb, thoughtful.

“Tell you what… Ill tell you what I had planned for dinner… and you decide if you want that, and we do a late night sticky bun snack… or, if we’re being like, the worst and best kind of adults, and eating carbs and sugar for dinner.”

He stuck his fork in his mouth and sucked off another trace of caramel before taking another bite of bun and then glancing towards the fridge, lifting his chin to indicate it.

“Nothing crazy, I had some beef and broccoli, kinda basic but, reheats well if you do it right, I’ve got chicken marinating, not wings mind you but, I think you’ll like that tomorrow. It’s not going to have steeped enough JUST yet.”

To think he had been worried about making spicy chicken.

“Do they even -make- bad deserts?” He grinned “I mean, if done eighth, as opposed to the attempts to summon yog soggoth that seem to result from my attempts at desert.”

He looked thoughtful and then shrugged “nah, I’ll even eat fruit cake.” He chuckled. “Best way to get sweets, find one no one else wants.”

He popped the last of the sticky bun in his mouth and gave a contented sigh that would normally have been associated with cats eating small yellow birds.

“So good...” he sighed.

“Tell you... what. I will cook the beef and broccoli- we ... save it for later and we find something absolutely awful to watch on the television. Tests are coming and the time to let brains melt out of our ears is going to be limited. So we eat -awesome- sticky buns and watch ... I don’t know something that uses corn syrup and food coloring as a special effect.”

He tipped his head, studying Sterling’s face for a moment like he was hunting for something . If he found it, it wasn’t clear because he turned his gaze back to the plate before nodding, dragging a finger along the plate till it squeaked in protest as he gathered as much caramel and crumb as he could without licking the plate itself.
“If it will make you feel better to look, sure.” He said with a guarded tension.

“It, helped yeah too, it was a dumb mistake and ...” his shoulder twitched in a half shrug.

“I’ll change so I don’t smell like seafood and smoke, see what the TV spits out for shows, we go from there?”