FOIL

a Covenant One-Shot by .writer

A/N: For prompt #7 (foil) of my Covenant fic table (see my website, link in profile). Sarah and Caleb bake cookies.

“I can't believe you've never baked cookies.” Sarah's voice was muffled, her head inside one of the many cabinets in the Danvers kitchen.

Caleb was admiring the way she looked as she stood on tiptoe to reach the cabinet, where she was looking for a baking sheet. “I'm a guy. Why would I bake cookies?”

Sarah snorted. “It has nothing to do with being a guy, it's because you're a spoiled rich kid. You've probably always had someone else to cook for you.” She found the baking sheet and pulled it out, setting it on the counter.

“Hey,” Caleb protested. “I can cook! I cook all the time.”

“But you don't bake.” Sarah walked over to the fridge and got out a carton of eggs and some butter. “Are you going to help me, or are you just going to stand there?”

Caleb pushed away from the island he had been leaning against. “Okay, okay. What do you want me to do?”

“Get out the baking powder, soda, and vanilla.”

Dutifully he went over to the pantry and began looking for the items. Moving a box of macaroni out of the way, he said over his shoulder, “So how did you learn to bake?” Behind him he could hear Sarah opening drawers, searching through their contents.

“My grandmother taught me,” Sarah answered. “Hey, do you have any parchment paper?”

“Um...I think so. Try the third drawer, behind the aluminim foil.”

“Alright, thanks.”

Having found the items he was looking for, Caleb turned around and set them on the counter with the eggs and butter. “Find it?”

“Yep. Anyway, when I would go over to my granny's house, we would bake cookies and cakes, and then get my grandad to taste them.” She laughed. “He got some pretty tasty treats, and a few disastrous experiements.”

Caleb smiled. He loved hearing her laugh.

After grabbing the last few ingredients, Sarah began mixing them together, explaining to Caleb what she was doing. “So now we mix the sugar in...hand me that measuring cup, please?”

Caleb did so. Half an hour later, they had finished mixing the cookie dough. Sarah tore a piece of parchment paper off the roll and began to lay it flat on the baking sheet. When she reached for the spoon to begin scooping out the dough, she was interrupted by her boyfriend's arms snaking around her waist.

Sarah giggled and twisted around to look up at Caleb. “What's this?” she asked, voice full of laughter.

“A guy kissing his gorgeous girlfriend,” he answered as he lowered his lips to hers.

Sarah lost herself in the kiss, the feel of his lips and arms. When he finally pulled away, she blinked hazily. As she noticed his impish expression, she regained full alertness. “Caleb--” she began warningly.

His grin widened, and he took off running...with the cookie dough clutched under one arm like a football. Sarah's eyes widened. “Caleb!” she shrieked. “Caleb, come back here right now!” She began chasing after him.

Caleb's laughter and Sarah's screams of angry amusement filled the house that had been quiet for so long. In the den, Evelyn Danvers paused while turning the page of her book, a small smile slipping onto her face.

THE END