I can't believe I'm so obedient! It's those big eyes you make at me. They leave me powerless.
You do realise that I don't know the show well enough to be writing even snippets?
Cupcakes
"Ow! Fuck!"
Sounds of pain and irritation reached Dan clearly, even outside the apartment. He raised his eyebrows in amusement as he knocked rapidly, four sharp taps, his trademark knock.
There was a distinct clatter and more swearing before footsteps approached.
"You're early," was Casey's only greeting. Not that Dan took any notice of it. How could he when Casey was looking the way he did? A red and white gingham apron (and he had to have bought that for himself, because he couldn't imagine Lisa ever wearing that, not in a million years) and flour dusted like white freckles across his nose. Well, either it was flour or Casey had taken to powdering his nose and hadn't gotten the color matched at all.
He just couldn't drag his gaze away from Casey's nose. It was adorable. Though Casey would kill him if he ever used the word adorable to describe him. But it was. Sweet and adorable. Especially as the flour could only mean one thing.
"You're baking me a cake." Dan beamed at Casey and pushed past, heading straight for the kitchen.
"What makes you think I'm baking you anything?"
Dan stopped, turned his head and grinned. "It doesn't take Sherlock Holmes to deduce that one. First, there's the apron."
Casey looked down in horror. Dan tried not to smirk: Casey had clearly forgotten that particular sartorial delight.
"Then there's the flour on your nose." And now Casey was going cross-eyed trying to see if there really was flour there or if it was Dan being Dan.
"It's there all right." Dan brushed his fingers gently across Casey's nose and then held his hand palm up for inspection. Sure enough, it was streaked with white.
"And finally, best of all, there's the smell. Let's face it, your apartment doesn't normally smell this good. This is coming home scent." He nodded in satisfaction. It smelled good. His stomach rumbled agreement.
"Coming home scent?" Casey raised his eyebrows.
"You know. It's coming home to your mom when she bakes you cakes to feed you up."
"You'd better not be calling me your mother. Not that I have anything against your mom, but still. Not a good comparison."
"I'll try not to get confused and call you mom." Casey glowered at him, but Dan blithely ignored him. "So, back to the important issues. What are you baking for me?"
"It's supposed to be a surprise."
"But I'm here now, so you may as well tell all."
"Cupcakes."
"Cupcakes?"
"Yes, Dan. Cupcakes. Little individual sponge cakes, with frosting."
"For me?"
"Yes."
"So, what was all the swearing I heard when I got here? Didn't sound like the sort of language Martha Stewart would approve of in the kitchen."
"I burnt my fingers getting the cakes out of the oven."
"Aren't you supposed to use some sort of insulated glove thing so you don't burn yourself?"
"Yes Dan, and I did. But there was a hole, so hot metal and skin met, and hence there was pain which lead to swearing. Justifiable swearing."
Cupcakes Part 1
You do realise that I don't know the show well enough to be writing even snippets?
Cupcakes
"Ow! Fuck!"
Sounds of pain and irritation reached Dan clearly, even outside the apartment. He raised his eyebrows in amusement as he knocked rapidly, four sharp taps, his trademark knock.
There was a distinct clatter and more swearing before footsteps approached.
"You're early," was Casey's only greeting. Not that Dan took any notice of it. How could he when Casey was looking the way he did? A red and white gingham apron (and he had to have bought that for himself, because he couldn't imagine Lisa ever wearing that, not in a million years) and flour dusted like white freckles across his nose. Well, either it was flour or Casey had taken to powdering his nose and hadn't gotten the color matched at all.
He just couldn't drag his gaze away from Casey's nose. It was adorable. Though Casey would kill him if he ever used the word adorable to describe him. But it was. Sweet and adorable. Especially as the flour could only mean one thing.
"You're baking me a cake." Dan beamed at Casey and pushed past, heading straight for the kitchen.
"What makes you think I'm baking you anything?"
Dan stopped, turned his head and grinned. "It doesn't take Sherlock Holmes to deduce that one. First, there's the apron."
Casey looked down in horror. Dan tried not to smirk: Casey had clearly forgotten that particular sartorial delight.
"Then there's the flour on your nose." And now Casey was going cross-eyed trying to see if there really was flour there or if it was Dan being Dan.
"It's there all right." Dan brushed his fingers gently across Casey's nose and then held his hand palm up for inspection. Sure enough, it was streaked with white.
"And finally, best of all, there's the smell. Let's face it, your apartment doesn't normally smell this good. This is coming home scent." He nodded in satisfaction. It smelled good. His stomach rumbled agreement.
"Coming home scent?" Casey raised his eyebrows.
"You know. It's coming home to your mom when she bakes you cakes to feed you up."
"You'd better not be calling me your mother. Not that I have anything against your mom, but still. Not a good comparison."
"I'll try not to get confused and call you mom." Casey glowered at him, but Dan blithely ignored him. "So, back to the important issues. What are you baking for me?"
"It's supposed to be a surprise."
"But I'm here now, so you may as well tell all."
"Cupcakes."
"Cupcakes?"
"Yes, Dan. Cupcakes. Little individual sponge cakes, with frosting."
"For me?"
"Yes."
"So, what was all the swearing I heard when I got here? Didn't sound like the sort of language Martha Stewart would approve of in the kitchen."
"I burnt my fingers getting the cakes out of the oven."
"Aren't you supposed to use some sort of insulated glove thing so you don't burn yourself?"
"Yes Dan, and I did. But there was a hole, so hot metal and skin met, and hence there was pain which lead to swearing. Justifiable swearing."