"I don't recall saying that," he protested good-naturedly.
Robin loved the scent of cake batter almost as much as that of a cake baking. Granted, it was nowhere near as pervasive-- he had to actually be near it to smell it,-- but that was half the allure. In fact, the reason that was so appealing was that he could do what he did when she turned around, sticking his finger into the goop.
Licking the batter off his finger, he nodded. "Mmm, that's very good." He glanced over just in time to see her snag the cake tin, appreciating the view. Shorts in winter, even with a sweatshirt and long socks, was probably not the best wardrobe decision, but he was not complaining. She had great legs, and it was nice to be able to appreciate them at any opportunity.