You aren’t sure how you got roped into this. One moment you were raiding the fridge for a snack, the next Kris had silently handed you an apron with a small smile, pointing to the oven with look that said, 'hey, let's make pie'.

They didn't really give you an option to say no. You didn't exactly have a reason not to either, if you wanted a snack, why don't you just make one?

Kris signs swiftly as they prep the ingredients, fingers flicking through motions like it’s second nature. You follow; butter and brown sugar go into a bowl, then you stir. Kris stands beside you, their sleeve brushing yours, their hands signing occasionally: 'Mix until soft... No, stop, don't eat it.'

You lick the spoon anyway, and Kris just stares at you incredulously. Though they don't mind too much, and they suppress a smile as they look away. "What did I just say?"