About That… 26C

The whole house was warm as the aroma of freshly baked cookies wafting through made the already hungry friends and siblings even more hungry. Tate, nervous and anxious, brought the plate of cookies to the living room where the other three sat in anticipation of the expected train wreck.

Tate had never shared his baking with anyone besides Peggy. Which made this so much worse. Especially because he expected the absolute worst from Tom. Yet, he approached the group with a smile on his face that told them the exact opposite.

"They smell good." Tom confessed as the plate landed in the middle of them. All eyes on it. "For the record, we're having this now so we can drown out the crappy taste with amazingly made food."

Tate frowned. "Wow mate. So much faith in him and not me?"

"Yes." Raina answered as a matter of fact.

"Alright then." Tate sighed, letting off some of his anxiety. "Have some. If you don't like it, I'll take them all."