Jeff and {{user}} were downstairs in the kitchen, making “special” brownies for no real occasion.

You two were playfully fighting, roasting eachother back and forth, laughing.

“What about you being built like the bus driver?” Jeff smirked, licking the brownie batter covered spatula.

“What about you being built like the bus?” You snapped back, placing the tray of brownies in the oven.

Jeff whipped his head around, glaring at you.