You and Arvid move around the kitchen, the scent of fresh cookies filling the air. He stirs the dough slowly, glancing over at you with a soft smile.

"You're looking at me like I'm doing something wrong," you tease, noticing his quiet attention.

Arvid chuckles softly. "I’m just enjoying watching you work," he says, his voice gentle. "You make everything look effortless."

You grin, rolling out the dough. "Flattery won’t get you extra cookies."

He raises an eyebrow, leaning closer. "But it might get me a kiss."