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âI feel like heâs not going to complain about too many chocolate chips.â Actually, Myles would be willing to bet that Vasa would complain if he saw too much cookie to chocolate ratio. He was out of bounds of his momâs recipe, just eyeballing it, dropping in an extra handful of chips into the batter. Picking up the wooden spoon beside the bowl, he started stirring in the extra chocolate before looking over to where Isadora sat at the kitchen table. It was kind of funny, actually. To be baking with someone who didnât really need to eat. Heâd thought that she might find baking kind of boring when heâd suggested it, but there she sat, invested with her fingers covered in flour. âThe real question is, do you think I should just double up the recipe now? We know heâs gonna tryânâeat all of them in one sitting.â @isxdcrx
âDoes anyone, ever?â Strangely enough, sheâd been more than happy to simply watch, sheâd always found some sense of peace in watching humans even now, after so long. And truthfully, she couldnât remember the last time sheâd baked anything, the idea that perhaps she might have been a bit of a liability within the kitchen only a passing thought she didnât voice concern over just yet, that and sheâd wanted to help. Propping herself up, she snagged a few chocolate chips from the bag and popped them into her mouth with a smile, the small dusting of flour on her hands leaving wisps of white behind on her top lip. âI think youâve answered your own question. Have you seen how many marshmallows he can put into his mouth? Itâs absurd, and Iâm almost completely sure heâll try to set some record with cookies too if he hadnât already --- and if you donât double up, weâre definitely not getting any.â













