another convo you'd have p.xiii:
Y/N & Five: *baking a coffee cake for Five and cookies for Y/N*
Y/N: Where did the whisk go— Five! I told you not to lick the whisk!
Five: *with batter all over his mouth* Sweetheart, it's either you or the whisk.
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another convo you'd have p.xiii:
Y/N & Five: *baking a coffee cake for Five and cookies for Y/N*
Y/N: Where did the whisk go— Five! I told you not to lick the whisk!
Five: *with batter all over his mouth* Sweetheart, it's either you or the whisk.
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