Poppy grinned before going to measure out the flour. "I don't know though," she said thoughtfully. "Over these last months, she's been fairly determined to basically ruin Francis' life. Maybe she really did love him."
"We are too," Poppy said quietly, a small smile crossing her face. She added the last ingredient to the mixing bowl and cocked her head. "I think that's everything. Do we want to add anything to the mix? Blueberries, chocolate chips, anything like that?"
She paused. "We could separate the mix into a couple different bowls and add different stuff to each bowl. So people can choose which one they want."
She grinned and began dividing up the mix. "How much do you want to bet that Francis is going to eat all the chocolate chip ones?"
"I'd bet a lot," she said with a grin. "Though he may mistake blueberry for chocolate chip on accident."
"Hmm," she murmured. "We shall do it to one of them, and put chocolate chips in the rest. That way he can't be sure."
She got out the raisins, setting them out before checking on the boys, coming back with furrowed eyebrows.
Poppy cocked her head, her expression concerned. "Okay," she said after a slight pause. She placed a slice of butter on the pan, and it sizzled. "I think the pan is ready."
"Alright," she replied, picking up a bowl. "There's no need to worry, sweetie," she told her. "Arguments happen."
Poppy looked up at her, grateful. "Thank you," she said quietly. "But I think this one might have been partly my fault."
