Abigail and Finn
Finn chuckled. "I wasn't having impure thoughts about the clothes, but what was under the clothes." He waggled his eyebrows. He'd been the typical boy, at that moment. And teasingly he tugged the front of her shirt forward and glanced down it teasingly, before settling his arm back around her.
"If you could sell it, I bet it'd fly out the door." He was pretty sure it didn't matter that it wasn't really baking. It was really good.