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Summary: What happens when Britt makes brownies, and a tag-along comes to help?

Author's Note: Yes, I know, cheesy summary. It's difficult for me to do summaries. Anyway, I had a sudden hit of inspiration while making brownies today, and this is the result! Enjoy~! (P.S. I do not own Vash or Trigun)




"Britt, don't forget to make the brownies!" Grandma called from the living room downstairs.

"Oh, yeah! I forgot!" I shouted, heading back down and into the kitchen to make the brownies.

"I have the box sitting on the stove."

"Okay," I said more to myself than to Grandma, reading the back of the box.

I retrieved a bowl and a fork to mix the water, vegetable oil, and eggs together in, as well as the brownie pan to bake them in. I was so absorbed in my task that I didn't even realize that my grandmother's temporary guest had followed me into the kitchen.

"One-fourth cups of water..." I filled the measuring cup to the one-fourth mark, poured it into the bowl with the powder, and began to stir.

"Two-thirds cups of vegetable oil..." I read to myself as I stirred.

"I'll get it for you!" my tag-along, Vash, announced, making me jump.

I blushed, embarrassed at having been caught so completely off guard. "Vash! I didn't know you were there!"

He laughed. "Sorry! I didn't mean to scare you."

And just like that, Vash thought as he poured the oil into the bowl I was holding, her guard goes back up.

"It's alright."

I now became even more absorbed in stirring, because not only is the brownie mixture thickening, but I didn't want to have to look at Vash. I found him extremely attractive, and I easily became flustered around beautiful men. I didn't want him to see that.

"Hey, d'you mind getting me two eggs?" I asked.

"No problem!" He retrieved the eggs and smiled at me, my heart stopping for a second. I took the eggs quickly.

I poured the mixture into the pan and then called for my brother and little cousin. "Stephen! Alex!" They came hurrying in, knowing I would have the bowl and spoon ready for them to lick clean.

Once the pan was in the oven, I hurried out of the kitchen, eager to be away from Vash and the strange, yet pleasant, effect he sometimes had on me.

"Aww, but I wanted to lick the spoon..." Vash complained to the empty kitchen.

Damn, but that girl is difficult to get through to!

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