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Lakia stares at the tiny cakes fresh out of the oven and wonders just how much longer they have to wait.
"So dumb," he sighs, still holding a bowl of homemade frosting in his hands.
"Don't be so impatient, Lakian," Sachika laughs. "If we put the frosting on too early, it'll just melt right off the top of the cupcakes. Ninety-nine percent of baking is really just patience."
Lakia is pretty sure it's actually 50 percent mixing and 50 percent sticking it in the oven, but he's not going to argue with the expert.
She gestures for him to sit in the seat beside her at the table, and he joins while still keeping a watchful eye on the tiny cakes. She threads her arm through his and leans closer so her head can rest on his shoulder.
"I promise your hard work won't go to waste," she continues, pointing down at the bowl of frosting still in his hands. "These cupcakes are going to be delicious."
They better be, he thinks. It took him three tries to get the frosting right. He doesn't even like to eat any of this food, but he does like cooking with Sachika. She is patient with him even when he gets the measurements wrong or accidentally switches the ingredients. (Reading Japanese is still a work in progress, and sometimes the writing on the packages is too small to make out.)
"How about now?"
"No," Sachika laughs again.
"Are you sure?"
Lakia reaches to poke one of the tiny cakes, just to be certain, but Sachika slaps his hand away.
"If you touch the cupcakes, I will frost your face," she threatens, hand hovering ominously over the bowl.
"So dumb," he sighs again, but she just giggles and snuggles closer again.
He supposes he can wait a little bit longer. It's nice just to be back by Sachika's side again.