"pass the chocolate chips, please, darling."

the two of you were baking cookies together, wanting to have some romantic bonding time after he'd been overseas so long due to work. you decided to be the one to fetch ingredients while nahyuta mixed and prepared them.

you hurried over to his side with the bag of chocolate chips, handing it to him, watching as he measured out 1 1/2 cups before dumping it into the bowl.

"now, pass the spatula," he instructed.