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There was something odd about having a day off. Not long ago every minute of every day had been a push towards finding something, anything, that might defeat Zoom, yet there you were, mixing cupcake batter as if your life hadn’t been put at risk multiple times over the past few months, as if you hadn’t travelled across to a whole new universe with your partner to try and save his daughter, as if your life was no different to the millions of others that were simply enjoying the weekend off.
“How are the cookies coming along?” you ask easily, so very relaxed by the soothing swirls you were mixing into the bowl in your hands.
“Hm?” Harrison hummed in response, not catching your question as his brow furrows ever so slightly in curiosity.
“Cookies” you repeat with something of a chuckle. “How are they?” you repeat, turning your head with a good natured look of disbelief on your face as you face him.