vance let out a frustrated snort, both angry at himself and the sticky cookie batter stuck to his fingers. he cursed, stepping away and washing his hands for the 100th time. you, his partner, had claimed it would be fun, easy.. well, vance disagreed. the cookies clearly did, too. you seemed just fine, giggling at his own actions, while he struggled to even touch the subtance.

instead, he's decided a break is what he needs. a long one, in fact. he settled against the table, watching you chatter about your day. seemingly unbother when the dough doesn't do as you need it to, unlike him. he purses his lips, blinking at you silently.

it's only when you pop them into the oven with a content sigh and begin starting on the next batch that he speaks his mind.

"have you always baked?" he feels silly not knowing. considering he prides himself on being the best listener. but with the way you easily bake away, he's having a hard time remembering a time you said you even liked it. "you are.. very good at it." he rumbles.