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Bell giggled, "Don't eat too much of that or you could get sick," she warned with the wag of a finger. Oh, she had thoroughly expected such. Just as she suspected that, no matter how much of the icing was used, she'd end up with an empty can of it by the time the cake was iced.

All things considered though, he at least remembered to measure the ingredients during his flustration, right?

Ah yes, the first awkward, 'meeting the parent'! That hadn't happened yet. At least, not formally. Luckily for Xavier, her dad had prolly couldn't give two shits one way or the other. And that was just as well.

"Well, there is a first time for everything." Bell reminded, though it was hard to take the scolding seriously when she was smiling. She took the mixer and released the mixing tongs from their home and handed them to Xavier. There, he could lick those, but no more cake batter, or they'd have to open up another box.

The oven beeped, which signified that the oven was ready.

Bell took that time to pour the batter into the cake pan, lest more of it disappear on the journey under the control of a certain sweet toothed person. After that, the mixing bowl was passed off to have whatever remnants it possessed devoured by said person. The cake was placed in the oven, and Bell set the timer.

"Roughly twenty-five minutes," Bell reported.

Wait and was the 'washed' dishes, which Bell got right to. With some supar hot water, the germs were scalded to death, and lightly scrubbed for good measure. The tongs were placed back in the drawer and....well, the mixing pan would remain at home on the counter for a while.

Now, indeed, waiting was all that remained. Then more waiting for the cake to cool before they could ice it. She'd probably have to explain that once the cake was out of the oven.
Bell took his hand as she stood there inches in front of him and asked, "Shall we venture to the living room while we wait?"
The oven's beep would no doubt catch her ears, even over the music.

Bell dragged her willing victim to the couch, and took a seat. Cuddling was, indeed, a much beloved activity, whether it be her cuddling up to him, or vice-versa. Bell was prone to playing with his hair, neck nuzzling as well, and just generally making a seat in a seat out of him. Or a pillow. Like-wise, she didn't mind being a pillow, or holding him. Hell, if she could figure out how to ask him to be her plushie tonight without some sort of connotation she probably would. She was innocent, but even she couldn't deny recognition of some connotations.

Bell waited for him to sit down and decide who was the cuddle-er and who was the cuddle-ee.

After a small squeak of surprise, laughter accompanied laughter. It was such a wonderful sound, worlds away from thoughts of war and worth. Save for the thought to insure the safety of a world filled with more joy and laughter.

Any of those thoughts weren't at the forefront of her mind however. It was, perhaps, when Xavier was laughing that she was struck by attraction, and ah, if it didn't show.
"You're so handsome when you laugh," she said, speaking her thoughts and she brushed aside some hair.

Bell chuckled, "Well, I certainly think so." And that was really the only opinion that mattered, now wasn't it? Any other opinions would quickly find themselves corrected, or wishing they'd be kept to them self. Yup. They sure would.