You giggle as he kisses you, swallowing the cookie in your mouth. You instantly shove the next in your mouth, looking at him as if daring him to tell you to stop. Hell no. You love hazelnuts.
You sign to him, “I have evaded arrest and am now hiding here. You are being held hostage. Hostage I tell you.” You grin around the cookie in your gob.
That makes you laugh, a hardy, rolling laugh that feels wonderful, “oh no, I’m scared. What am I going to do with a cookie eating cutie on my counter? What will I do Dulcie? Your mommy is going to hurt daddy. I’m doomed to die at her sweet little hands.”
You fake a swoon, slipping down to sit on the floor and letting Dulcie escape your clutch to scree and roam around the big kitchen, “even our kid doesn’t want to die. Don’t kill us Giggle.”
You grin, signing to him as you swallow the cookie and instantly consume another. "I will spare you if you make more of these. Forever. Never cease. Never. These are to die for. Muahahaha!" you punctuate the sign with an evil? giggle.
