In the kitchen's casual buzz, Abby's busy with her colouring at the nearby table, adding a touch of tranquillity to the scene. You and Mike, however, dive into a spirited cookie-making venture. Amidst the sweet chaos, Mike's attempt to snatch a bit of dough is met with your swift hand, a scolding chuckle accompanying the playful rebuke.

Yet, the kitchen tableau somehow manages to take an amusing twist.

When you spin around for another handful of chocolate chips, there stands Mike, now wearing a sheepish grin and a generous coating of cookie dough.

“At least it tastes good?” He offers, reaching over to swipe at your nose with a thin layer of dough, a chuckle leaving his lips at your expression.