Secrets Revealed

Chapter 11: Baking Cookies

Two Days Later:

Adrien crossed the street to the Dupain-cheng bakery. He could see Marinette standing inside at the counter, handing a woman a box of cupcakes. He opened the door and waved to Marinette.

"Hey Marinette." Adrien smiled.

"Hi." Marinette smiled back.

"How's it going here?"

"Busy. My parents are catering for a party tomorrow and we're only half done baking everything. I'll be caked in flour all day." Marinette said, handing Adrien a chocolate chip cookie.

"Thanks for the cookie, but . . . I could stay and help." Adrien took a bite of his cookie.

"I don't know. Have you ever baked anything before?" Marinette said, crossing her arms, and smirking.

"Uh . . . " Adrien scratched the back of his head. "No. I've never actually cooked anything in . . . my life, but . . . you can teach me. You're a good baker and probably an even better teacher."

"Uh huh." She said, looking into his sparkling eyes as if being hypnotized. "Fine. There's an apron hanging on the wall over there."

Adrien's face lit up as he grabbed the apron and sprinted back over to Marinette with it wrapped around him.

"So, what are we making?" Adrien said, rubbing his hands together in excitement.

"We're baking chocolate chip cookies. My parents already made the muffins and brownies yesterday, so we just have cookies left to bake."

"Good, I cookies. Especially the ones that your family makes."

"You do realize that cooking can be messy, right? You don't have any experience in . . . well . . . a kitchen, but are you sure you'll be okay with getting flour in your model blonde hair?" Marinette laughed.

"It couldn't make me look worse. The flour all over you is making you look adorable, so I don't see how it can affect me badly."

Marinette rolled her eyes at him and pulled out a recipe from her pocket.

"I thought you were an expert." Adrien smirked.

"I never said that and I usually can remember most of the ingredients, but I can be forgetful too and I want make sure that everything is perfect."

"You mean purrfect." He grinned.

Adrien leaned closer to Marinette as she pushed his head away.

"Less puns. More cooking. I thought I was baking with Adrien, not Chat Noir."

"I can be both." Adrien said, crossing his arms. "And my puns are hilarious."

"What ever." Marinette smiled. She decided to let him win the argument of whether his puns were helpful and funny.

Adrien handed Marinette ingredients as she mixed them together in a bowl. He couldn't help but smile as he watched her make the cookie dough. He helped her form the cookie dough into little balls and place them all over the cookie sheets.

They soon finished placing the cookie dough on every sheet and now needed to clean up. Marinette grabbed the bag of flour that she used off of the counter and started for the pantry, but fell from the shaking of the ground. Adrien fell to the ground too from the rumbling of the bakery. Marinette was now covered head to toe with flour.

"What was that?" Adrien said, standing up.

"It was like an earthquake." Marinette added.

Adrien turned towards Marinette and couldn't help but laugh. "You're . . . uh . . . you have some flour . . . everywhere." He chuckled.