She watched him separate the eggs with serious admiration. "What do you want me to sing?" she teased. She was pretty good, but she didn't sing in the choir at CCI. "We could do a frappe duet."

She wasn't as confident in her ability to add in butter and sugar without seriously screwing it up. She had a feeling she'd end up standing in a cloud of sugar spinning out of the mixer.

She picked up the measured ingredients and started adding them in little chunks. "I'm going to get muffin all over me, aren't I?"