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[hellofist]

"It's toast."

"Look, I'm not- it's not done, yo. You gotta, like, wait."

"I've had toast."

With a frustrated groan, Jesse tosses a glare at Cass over his shoulder. She's watching closely, grins at him when he gives her that peeved look, and tries not to laugh when some of that annoyance bleeds out of his body language because of her smiling at him. He rolls his eyes instead.

"Yeah yeah, you're a lady of the world, I got it. Now shut up and lemme work."

He turns back to what he's doing, but Cass continues to watch him. He's doing something with cinnamon, sugar, and a plate, but he won't let her see. After promising to make her the best damn snack she'd ever taste, he'd turned it into a surprise, which is kind of funny considering it's her.

There is no surprising her, not really. But he's got her curious, taking a few steps closer to try and peek over his shoulder. It ends up being unnecessary, he turns around right then and jumps a little at how close she is, a plate with the toast between them. It's for her to eat, so she picks up one of the slices and takes a big bite before he can stop her.

"Hey, whoa, you're supposedta-" but he gives up, sighs and scrubs a hand over his stubbly head and just grins at her instead, knowing and devious. "So? What'dya think?" Her eyes are wide as she chews and he did do it, he managed to surprise her. Since when is toast sweet? He looks so pleased with himself. "Good, huh? Cinnamon toast, man, everyone should experience cinnamon toast like once in their life."

She smiles at him again, plants a sugary kiss on his cheek, and then takes the whole plate from him. He doesn't clue in right away that she's walking off, heading to sit down, too distracted by the warring emotions of being immensely pleased she kissed him and the overwhelming urge to go get the sticky lip marks off his cheek. He picks rubbing the sugar off, following her over to sit next to her, watch her eat.

"This is just the start, yo. There's so much you missed."

She holds the plate out to him, the smile gone a little softer now.

"You'll show, though." She sounds so sure when she says it, so much faith in him, and seeing his body shine with pride makes her feel warm all over.

Turns out, seeing how nice it feels to be accepted is just as satisfying as being accepted yourself. Who knew.