You could feel Logan’s why am I here? stare from across the kitchen.

He gave a slight huff, perhaps a coverup for a laugh, perhaps not. His eyes did glint with humor, however.

“I still don’t understand why you wanted to do this so suddenly.” He heaved a sigh of exaggerated dishearten, uncrossing his arms to help you roll out the cookie dough.

You had dragged him to make cookies with you, a way to spend time together, and he was letting you know he would rather do target practice.