I heard the front door open and close, and every inch of my skin cringed. She puttered over to the kitchen, drawn over by the scent of the cookies I assumed, before her heels slowly clacked in my direction. I'd hoped the stupid hope that Dahlia wouldn't come into the bedroom. Perhaps, if I was very lucky, she might have forgotten I existed. That thought seemed at the moment to be the only way to make any of this simpler. However, of course she walked into our room. Of course she knew who I was.
"Hey." she greeted as she came in.
"Welcome back. How was the meeting?" I asked, my voice way more cheerful than I felt.
"Gourd would not shut up, as usual, but the clients appeared very excited with the proposal in the end," Dahlia explained with an eagerness in her voice, "Almost as excited as I am to have some of the cookies. Please tell me you and Ethereal made extras."
"Most certainly. Once you have to make two hundred of them, what's the harm in making a dozen or two more?" I did what I could to chuckle.
"Good. Hey, how about this? Why don't we just eat all the extras and say to the girls there were no extras?"
"Heh, I'm actually kinda cookie-d out. I came in here to get away from the smell."
"I see. I can imagine after making that many you would be sick of them. I'm sure you ate plenty of the dough too."
"You know me too well."