Mary-Beth and you were giggling as the pair of you baked cookies. She would occasionally throw some of the batter at you and would take sneaky bites of the chocolate chips.

“If you don’t stop eating our ingredients, we won’t be able to make anything!” You scold in a lighthearted manner.

Her cheeks flushed in embarrassment and she pushed the chocolate chips away from her. “Sorry,” she mumbled in embarrassment.