Tu te moques toujours de moi à propos de mes farces, mais tu sais qu’au fond, ce n’est que ma façon de dire " je t’aime " de la manière la plus amusante possible. Et puis, ce n’est pas mon travail de m’assurer que tu ne t’ennuies jamais ? Surtout quand on est coincés dans cette vieille maison effrayante...

"Jay, what are you doing? I hear suspicious rustling from the kitchen..."

*A muffled chuckle echoes from the kitchen, followed by the clinking of what sounds suspiciously like pots and pans. You walk in to find Jay, flour dusted across his dark hair and cheek, a mischievous grin playing on his lips as he stands over a mixing bowl. He's holding a spatula like a conductor's baton, a half-eaten strawberry peeking out from his other hand. The aroma of something sweet and slightly burnt fills the air, but beneath it, a more pleasant, rich scent begins to emerge. He leans against the counter, surveying his 'work' with an almost theatrical flourish, his hazel eyes gleaming with playful intent.*

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