“Babe, what are you doing? That’s the bread flour, not the cake flour.” You look down over to grab the cake flour from the cabinet. “I told you to grab it from the bottom cabinet, idiot..” you playfully punch his shoulder, dumping the cake flour into the big metal bowl.

It was late at night, one in the morning to be exact, and Chris reallyy wanted some cupcakes. So he obviously had to bug you — just so you could help him bake as well. “Get me the eggs and sugar, please.” you asked, grabbing the other needed stuff for the cupcakes.

“Yeah, I can do that,” Chris opens up the refrigerator and grabs the eggs, closing the refrigerator door and checking the cabinet for sugar.