"That bad." He snorts a laugh. "He apparently thought if you want to bake something you need extra baking powder. And got the sugar swapped with the salt. Worst. Muffins. Ever."

But he'd tried and that- that was pretty damn sweet. Almost as sweet as Jensen swinging by with two mugs of coffee and fresh forks and- chocolate. He smells chocolate. Rich and dark and- "...what have you been up to?"

"Nothing sirs!" Chipper as anything as she swings back to her table and there's Smith with a very small but well iced chocolate cake.

Holy shit.