[ holding his hands up, bellamy only smiles, and slides the cake tray off the counter. holding it in one hand, he moves toward his oven, and lowers himself into a squat once he opens the door. it's not necessarily smart to do this without any oven mitts on, but bellamy supposes he likes to live on the edge when it comes to this. he doesn't glance over his shoulder at her when he says, ] That's one thing you don't need to ask me to do. [ she doesn't know all the details, but he'd trusted her with his life inside the mountain, to be his guide when he had no inkling of how to dismantle an acid fog machine. ]
[ he drops it in as lightly as he can on the rack, closes the door, and fiddles with the knobs before he stands up. moving back to stand beside her, he drags his thumb around the thickest part of the leftover batter in the bowl and sucks it off. ] Doesn't taste too bad.
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[ he drops it in as lightly as he can on the rack, closes the door, and fiddles with the knobs before he stands up. moving back to stand beside her, he drags his thumb around the thickest part of the leftover batter in the bowl and sucks it off. ] Doesn't taste too bad.