Joel takes the cookie from Raleigh without a comment, breaking off a piece and popping it into his mouth as he watches Spencer's reaction to the cookie, grinning in amusement before he actually tastes what he's eating and then he's sure his face does something similar. "Forget about dinner," he agrees. "We should definitely eat cookies all night instead." They're adults, he figures, and when his parents arrive next week he's going to be forced to eat well nearly every single day, so he thinks taking one night off to eat a plate of cookies is probably fair.
Besides that, he thinks taking a night like this, where he doesn't have to think about how things with his parents might progress about their arrival is definitely not only fair, but owed him.
He follows Spencer easily enough, snagging the bag of groceries as they move past the table so he can put them in the refrigerator, but he has no issue with the fact that they're moving closer to the cookies. "You've done a lot," he comments and he's not entirely surprised, but he's impressed. Whenever he bakes all he gets out of it is a tray of cookies or a few loaves of banana bread, nothing like what Raleigh has done here.
Shifting the bag in his arms, he sets in on the counter, putting most of the food away in the fridge and then pushing the bag out of the way, leaving the rest of the food where it is for now. If they want him to cook, he's still more than happy to do so, but if Spencer is going to gorge himself on cookies, the groceries can wait until tomorrow. He moves to join Spencer again, one hand passing absently over the small of his back before he turns back to Raleigh and his gaze drifts over to the radio briefly, but he says nothing, because she's happy and that's good enough for him. "How many people are you baking for right now?"
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Besides that, he thinks taking a night like this, where he doesn't have to think about how things with his parents might progress about their arrival is definitely not only fair, but owed him.
He follows Spencer easily enough, snagging the bag of groceries as they move past the table so he can put them in the refrigerator, but he has no issue with the fact that they're moving closer to the cookies. "You've done a lot," he comments and he's not entirely surprised, but he's impressed. Whenever he bakes all he gets out of it is a tray of cookies or a few loaves of banana bread, nothing like what Raleigh has done here.
Shifting the bag in his arms, he sets in on the counter, putting most of the food away in the fridge and then pushing the bag out of the way, leaving the rest of the food where it is for now. If they want him to cook, he's still more than happy to do so, but if Spencer is going to gorge himself on cookies, the groceries can wait until tomorrow. He moves to join Spencer again, one hand passing absently over the small of his back before he turns back to Raleigh and his gaze drifts over to the radio briefly, but he says nothing, because she's happy and that's good enough for him. "How many people are you baking for right now?"