"Yes," he decided, brushing his hands as he put the cookies in the oven and stepped away. "Just one. The rest are mine, obviously."
She grinned, peeking over the couch at him. "I'm going to get those cookies, and there's nothing you will be able to do about it."
She leaned into his embrace, resting her head just beneath his collarbone and curling up next to him. "I'm excited, too." Quickly kissing his jaw, she pressed a button on her watch, and the movie began as the wind whistled outside.
(Cookies.) The oven beeped and Poppy paused the movie, stretching slightly. "So..." she said slowly. "If I get to the oven first, doesn't the logic follow that I get all the cookies?"
"Aw, Craw," she murmured, putting one leg over his lap and turning to look at him. She kissed him lightly, teasing him. "That's really too bad."
"Hm," she said teasingly, slipping her hand out of his. "I could do that. But I don't think I trust you."