"Great, c'mon." What was supposed to start out as an entirely casual, occasional 'hook up' between two people who understood the stresses of corporate life had quickly and rather obviously left Emma's control entirely. Not that she really minded this shift at all.
It was fun, and simple. No one expected too much and everyone was happy. If the sleepovers happened a little more often and were a little more literal on occasion, well, that was just because the company was beyond average.
Leading Tony by the hand through to the kitchen, Emma steered him towards a stool before advancing on the fridge. "So, it's Pixie's birthday in a few weeks -you remember Pixie, right? Extra wild, extra eye catching? Anyway, she's chocolate mad, and she pleaded, and you know just how good I am at saying no to puppy eyes, so," with the run up explanation over, Emma produced the bowl from the fridge to sit on the counter. "I scienced. Sort of."
Cooking was science in some regards. This was technically baking. "Want to try some?"