"It's already half done," he replied, waving a hand dismissively. He set the bowl down and turned to return the embrace, smiling at the kiss on the cheek. "Fantastic! I just need to frost and decorate it, but there's cookies to start, if you'd like? Brownies are in the oven, still." He brushed his hands off on his apron and stepped over to the fridge. "Make yourself at home, love. And help yourself. Would you like some milk? Or juice, or tea?"