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The kitchen was unusually quiet, except for the faint hum of the refrigerator. Peat stood by the counter, meticulously arranging the ingredients for their brownie-making adventure. It was supposed to be a fun couple activity, but with Fort around, Peat knew it wouldn't be smooth sailing.

"Alright," Peat announced, picking up the chocolate bar. "First, we melt this."

Fort leaned against the counter, watching him with an amused smirk. As Peat broke a piece of chocolate and dropped it into the bowl, Fort swiftly snatched it out and popped it into his mouth.

"Fort!" Peat exclaimed, glaring at him.

"What? Quality check," Fort replied innocently, chewing with exaggerated satisfaction.

Peat narrowed his eyes. "Stop eating it! We need it for the brownies!"

"Fine, fine," Fort said, holding up his hands in mock surrender.

Peat rolled his eyes and broke another piece of chocolate, carefully placing it in the bowl. But before he could turn away, Fort grabbed that piece too and stuffed it into his mouth.

Peat froze, his glare sharpening. He crossed his arms and gave Fort a look that could melt the chocolate faster than the microwave. "If you eat that again, I swear I'll-"

Fort grinned, clearly unbothered by the threat. But Peat wasn't playing this time. The next piece of chocolate that Fort tried to grab, Peat snatched it back...straight from his mouth.

Fort blinked, startled. "Did you just-"

"Yes, I did," Peat snapped, tossing the chocolate into the bowl. "Now shut up and help me."

Fort burst into laughter, leaning against the counter as Peat grabbed the butter and started mixing. When he handed the bowl to Fort to melt the chocolate in the oven, Fort walked over, still chuckling.

He placed the bowl inside the oven and crouched down, pressing his face to the glass as the chocolate began to melt. Peat, watching from the counter, sighed and shook his head. "What are you doing now?"

"Watching the magic happen," Fort replied, his face almost glued to the oven door.

"Unbelievable," Peat muttered, shaking his head with a fond smile.

When the chocolate was melted, Fort brought the bowl back, and the two of them continued mixing the batter. Peat was focused, following the recipe step by step, while Fort was... well, Fort.

As Peat poured the batter into the pan, Fort dipped his finger into the leftover melted chocolate and smeared two streaks on his upper lip, mimicking a cat's whiskers.

"Phi look, I'm a chocolate cat," Fort declared proudly, striking a pose.

Peat glanced at him, unimpressed. "You're an idiot."

Fort grinned, leaning closer to Peat. "Admit it, I'm a cute idiot."

Peat tried to stay serious, but a laugh escaped. "Fine, you're a cute idiot. Now go clean up."

Instead of listening, Fort took another swipe of chocolate and smudged it on Peat's cheek.

"Fort!" Peat yelled, chasing after him with the spatula. Fort darted around the kitchen, laughing as Peat tried to catch him.

Eventually, Peat cornered him, grabbing the front of his shirt. "Stop messing around!"

Fort grinned, leaning in until their faces were inches apart. "Make me."

Peat rolled his eyes but couldn't hide the blush creeping up his cheeks. "You're impossible."

"Impossible to resist," Fort teased, stealing a quick kiss before Peat could protest.

As Fort continued his antics, he dipped his finger into the chocolate again, smearing a streak across Peat's cheek.

"Fort!" Peat yelled, glaring daggers at him.

But Fort only grinned, clearly proud of his mischief. "What? You look cuter this way."

Peat clenched his jaw, his patience running dangerously thin. "That's it. I'm done with you!"

Before Fort could react, Peat grabbed a handful of flour from the counter and smashed it straight into his face.

Fort froze, the white powder covering his hair, face, and even his shirt. He blinked, completely stunned, while Peat stood there, arms crossed and triumphant.

"That's what you get," Peat declared with a smirk.

Fort slowly wiped some flour off his face, his expression unreadable. Then, a mischievous glint appeared in his eyes.

"Oh, you're in trouble now," he said, grabbing a nearby bag of sugar.

Peat's eyes widened. "Don't you dare-"

But it was too late. Fort lunged, and soon the kitchen turned into a full-blown flour-and-sugar war, their laughter echoing through the house. After the playfully session Peat become tired.

"Ugh, just... put the brownies in the oven," Peat muttered, turning away to hide his flustered face.

As the brownies baked, the two of them cleaned up the kitchen-well, Peat cleaned while Fort found ways to distract him, from sneaking chocolate smudges onto his shirt to randomly hugging him from behind.

When the brownies were finally ready, they sat down at the table, each taking a piece.

Peat took a bite and smiled. "Not bad."

"Not bad?" Fort gasped, pretending to be offended. "These are amazing, thanks to my expert chocolate testing."

Peat laughed, shaking his head. "Sure, whatever helps you sleep at night."

Fort leaned closer, resting his chin on his hand as he watched Peat eat. "You know, you're even sweeter than these brownies."

Peat groaned, but the smile on his face betrayed him. "You're lucky I love you, Fort."

Fort grinned. "I know phi."

And just like that, their brownie-making adventure ended the way most of their days did-full of chaos, laughter, and love.

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