He arched his eyebrows and pushed away from the door frame, moving closer to her, pressing up on his tiptoes when he'd closed some of the distance between them, hoping to catch sight of what she was up to over her shoulder. Though he managed to spot the muffin cups and the batter, however, he still felt almost compelled to ask, "What're you making?"
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Date: 2011-01-27 11:59 pm (UTC)