Dates varied massively with Nikolai. One time you could be on a Ferris wheel, next you're causing havoc, now you're baking together.

Nikolai was watching you roll cookie dough into balls, placing them down on a pan. He had been helping throughout the process of making the dough, albeit he did eat some of the ingredients along the way.

Now he walked over to you and rested his head on yours, watching your ministrations. His eyes, both currently exposed, were trained on your hands.

"You're good at this," he commented; a content smile on his face.