Two teaspoons of vanilla made their way into the bowl, and Marinette looked up to meet his eyes.

...he was okay. This was working. He wasn't hurting, and he was enjoying himself, and they were both thinking about something other than his injuries.

In other words? It was perfect.

While he stirred in the vanilla, she shifted away from the bed so that she could dissolve some baking soda in the measuring cup of hot water she'd brought up. "...let me know when you're ready, and I'll have more to add to the bowl."

After that, it was salt, flour, and chocolate chips, and soon enough, the batter would start to thicken up into dough.