Amelia couldn't help but giggle to herself when Gideon got home, her face turning a bright shade of red as he began picking graham crackers from her locks. Of course that would be there, she thought quite annoyed with herself. It seemed that whenever Amelia cooked something she seemed to get some of it in her hair, or on her shirt, or smeared on her cheek. It was sort of embarrassing in a juvenile way, but today she tried not to let it bother her so much. After all, when he shoved his fingers in her hair she couldn't help but sigh happily and smile at the feeling of him being so close.
"Careful now. Multiple cheesecakes later you might be changing your tune," she teased, pushing herself up on her tip toes to press a kiss to his lips. "And of course you smell something else. I can't just feed you dessert, now can I? What sort of awful girlfriend would I be? Wait no, don't answer that," she finished with a chuckle, teasing of course. Turning around she pointed towards a dish resting on the top of the oven. "Pork chops and stuffing is on the stove, please feel free to dig in whenever you've settled." Throwing the towel over her shoulder she managed to finish the last few parts of her dessert before tossing it in the oven to enjoy later on in the evening.
"I'm happy your home," she mumbled to him, stepping close to his body and looking up at him. "Just for the record, I hate it when you have to work late," she told him matter-of-factly. She wasn't trying to make him feel guilty for it or anything of the like, she knew he certainly didn't choose bartending until 2 am. But it still bugged her anyway.