#dizznacker

“I’d love to!” Biana beamed. “Did you want to come over? Or could I go to your place?” she asked him. She didn’t mind the chaos of the triplets; the Diznee household was always lively, but it was comfortable, unlike her own house sometimes.

“Sure!” he replied. “Leap over in 10?”

“Awesome!”

- - - -

“Ugh, why is this so hard?” Biana grumbled as she pulled their fifth batch of cookies from the oven. This batch was too burnt to eat, but Dex still grabbed one once they had cooled down. He made a face as he took a bite, and Biana laughed.

“I actually think this is our best batch so far!” he grinned, wiping cookie crumbs off his face with the back of his hand. “I mean, they’re a little burnt, yeah, but they don’t taste super gross!’

Curious, Biana grabbed a cookie off the tray and sampled it. She spit it out almost immediately. ‘What do you mean, they don’t taste gross?!” she demanded.

Dex smiled, snatching the cookie from Biana’s hand. “Eh, I like them.”

Biana pouted. “Should we try one last time?” she asked him, dumping the batch into the garbage, which was filled with their other failed attempts.

“Why not?” Dex reached for the flour, but accidentally knocked it over and sent a large cloud of flour into the air that settled over Biana’s face and hair. “Oops!”

Biana turned to him. “Dexter Alvin Diznee! How dare you?!” Biana tried to dust herself off, but quickly realized her attempts were futile, as she only succeeded in spreading more flour in her hair.

Dex took one look at her and doubled over, laughing. He was interrupted by a puff of flour exploding in his face.

Biana smirked at him.

“Hey!” he complained, “it was an accident!”

Biana giggled, and Dex joined in, scooping up a handful of flour and throwing it at her face.

She gasped before retaliating, and soon it became an all-out flour war.

Eventually, their laughter died down as they surveyed the room. The two of them were dusted head-to-toe in flour, and so was the rest of the kitchen.

“So much for batch number six,” Biana commented, tugging on Dex’s sleeve as she searched for some paper towel. “We’d better clean up!”

“Alright,” he agreed, sighing.

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15 minutes later, the kitchen was relatively flour-free. Dex reached up to dust some flour out of Biana’s hair. She gently grabbed his hand and interlocked her fingers with his. “This was fun,” she told him softly. “Thanks.”

“It was, wasn’t it? And even though the cookies didn’t turn out so well,” he said, smiling as Biana giggled, “we could always try again!”

“I’d like that.”