Mimosa liked to keep routine and make cookies for the Golden Dawn every week for a treat. Though, after a mission she was in the infirmary and asked Klaus and you to make them. Klaus was slightly annoyed at the inconvenience but obliged.

“Klaus,” you call him as he adds the ingredients into a bowl. He turns to you with a sigh, opening his mouth to say something, but he gets cut off as a small handful of flour was thrown at him.

“You’re so immature,” he scoffs, grabbing a handful and throwing it back. Despite his words, a smile creeped onto his face.