"Oh, no, intrude as long as you like," Russell says, shaking his head to shake off a little of his surprise as Walter passes by. "My home is your home away from home. Let me just..."
He jerks his head toward the kitchen and heads that way, beelining for the oven, and opens the door. The smell of sweet biscuits with chocolate chips in spreads throughout the kitchen, and Russell inhales with a happy sigh. "They didn't burn, good," he mumbles to himself, grabbing for mittens with which to pull the tray of cokies out.
"You can try a few of these before you go! An early gift. Since," he glances towards his cousin with a deliberate, amused eyeroll, "I wasn't expecting you."
:')
He jerks his head toward the kitchen and heads that way, beelining for the oven, and opens the door. The smell of sweet biscuits with chocolate chips in spreads throughout the kitchen, and Russell inhales with a happy sigh. "They didn't burn, good," he mumbles to himself, grabbing for mittens with which to pull the tray of cokies out.
"You can try a few of these before you go! An early gift. Since," he glances towards his cousin with a deliberate, amused eyeroll, "I wasn't expecting you."