“I am doing something.”
“Oh, I know, let’s bake cookies!”
“No.”
He held back his glare. Foxx just had to sweeten the bait to get Harlow to do what he wanted him to. And if that failed, he’d just annoy the hell out of him until he agreed.
“But I know this wonderful chocolate chip oatmeal cookie recipe! It has oatmeal in it, so that makes them healthy!”
“No. And adding oatmeal to things does not automatically make them healthy.”
“But, I’m boreddddd.”
Harlow sighed, slowly lowering the paper again to glare at him. “If we bake cookies, will you stop bugging me?”
“Yes.” Foxx nodded, before excitedly blurting, “Oh! Let’s make some bread too!”
The human’s brow rose in interest. “Bread? You know how to make bread?”
“Yes! Though we should probably just use the bread maker today. Not sure if I’m up to kneading the dough, and all the other steps. Oh, but I’m pretty sure I’m going to need some fresher ingredients for the bread. I’m not sure how old my yeast is.”
“Make a list,” Harlow said with a grunt.
“Yay!” Foxx cheered and giggled. He was about to go find a piece of paper to write up a list when a thought occurred to him. Harlow had given in too easily… Why had he agreed just like that?
Fox gasped, pointing at him. “You like bread.”
“What?”
“Mr. Healthy likes bread!”
“You have two seconds to make your list before I change my mind, and we go back to doing nothing.”
Foxx hesitated for a moment before rushing to find a piece of paper. “I’m going! No need to be so sensitive! I was just saying,” he grumbled.
* * *
“The recipe hasthree sticks of butter…it’s not in any way healthy, Foxx,” Harlow said with a grunt as he added four eggs to the bowl.
A pout formed on Foxx’s face. “But it uses wheat flour.”
“And it has over three cups of brown sugar. Not to mention the three cups of peanut butter.”
“But the oats and the wheats cancel that out! There’s good and bad calories. As long as they equal each other, it’s basically canceled.”
“As much as most wish that were true,” Harlow snickered. “That is not how calories work.”
“Well, it’s how they should work!” Foxx snapped. “But who cares anyway. They are cookies. They are meant to be eaten in multiples, without any thoughts of how fattening they are.”
“Mhmm.” He started the stand mixer. “How’s the bread doing?”
Foxx didn’t move from his spot at the counter. “It’s only been like twenty minutes, leave it alone.”
“I didn’t have any intention of poking at it.” Harlow cut the stand mixer off and lifted the beaters up. “This good?”
Foxx leaned over, glancing into the bowl. “Yes. Time to add the chocolate chips and oats!” the vampire said with excitement. Tearing the twelve-ounce bag open, Foxx poured like one fourth of it in, before scooping up some of the rolled oats Harlow had dumped into a separate bowl earlier and adding that too. “Mix, and then we add more.”
“How many chocolate chips are we adding?”
