Biscuit

• Cleo, I thought you would help me a little! - the guy in sunglasses was indignant, and the snakes on his head aroused hiss unkindly.
• I'm helping you so," the girl answered with royal dignity without raising her voice. "I'm holding a book," she led him in front of him, opened in a book with a biscuit on a recipe.
• I appreciate your invaluable help, the young man said, "but this is our common homework assignment for housekeeping, you know?" What is the key word here?
• The task?
• No, Cleo, it's "common"!
• Deuce, stop hysterical. I chose you to do it all. If I wanted, I would choose Gulia.
• You had no choice.
• Heath?
• He would burn everything."
• Abby?
• Better Heath.
• Draculaura?
• With Claude.
• Claudine?
• Are you kidding? This is not a store, it's a kitchen - Deuce wrapped his hands around a large, golden room made in the Egyptian style, and again reproachfully looked at the girl, which of course she did not notice because of his glasses.

Perhaps, thanks to these glasses, their relationship was so easy. To the Gorgon they helped a lot, literally, to close their eyes, and de Nile did not see half of what Deuce wanted to hide from her, when he was not in the mood or something annoyed, as now. You know less - you argue less.

• Oh Deuce, please - she begged - You like to cook, do not hide it - I know it. So prepare, but I will not disturb you. Everyone is happy, everyone is happy.
• What? - Deceased, as if he looked in the mirror.
• What? Yes I know. For a long time, - the girl closed the book and sat down on the table. - I read your diary. You will not believe it, he himself fell and opened on that page, "she chattered, looking at the floor.
• Naturally, I probably jumped out of my box - Deuce muttered, and, crossing his arms, turned away.
• Dewsie... - Cleo said, sliding off the countertop.
• You know what I hate when you call me that.
• Deuce, you're to blame.
• Old as Ancient Greece.
• You're to blame for not telling me anything - Actually, I should have been offended, but ... I relented. Do not thank.
• I'll try to hold it somehow, Your Majesty.
• Dews, what do you want? I do not really know.
• So that you can help me with my homework - said Deuce. And what was he supposed to answer? So she asked for forgiveness? Funny, really funny even for a girl, not to mention the coolest guy in the school.
• Oh, my Ra! - Give you my help, like the fifth wheel of a chariot! - angrily shook hands Pharaohsha, - Come on, where do we start?

Deuce turned, and on his face played a winning smirk. The girl twisted her lips.

• Well, for starters it would be nice to find flour. Where is it stored?

Cleo endowed him, speaking much and very flattering, with a look.

• It is clear, I knew that it was necessary to go to me, - Deuce grumbled, opening and closing the numerous doors of the headset - "Ah, I've found it!" And the dishes here, and sugar! - How the child was happy guy.

The princess closed her eyes with her hand and shook her head, rejoicing that no one was at home, otherwise Nefer would at least laugh at her until the end of a long, long life.

• Hold - he threw an armful of supplies and products on the table.

• Cute. And what should I do about it? - Again, the girl's lips curled, contemptuously examining the pots-povareshki.

• Nothing complicated, but you can start with what you already did, open the book - Deuce smiled conciliantly.

• Thank you, sweetheart. Yeah, look, I'll melt the butter while you break the eggs.

De Nil resisted the evil joke and took the egg in her hand. Turning it over, as if thinking about what to do with it, she threw it into a bowl. Dyus, the magician at the microwave, jumped up and turned around.

• I should have guessed - he complained to himself.
• About what? Cleo shot him a murderous look.
• About nothing. Cleo, to break eggs, it means to separate the shell from the contents, - taught Deuce, pulling the shell out of the bowl - understand? Try once more.

For the thousandth time, regretting that she did not choose Gulia as her partner, with whom she would have finished this house for the next century, she would have finished without problems, Cleo sighed and, taking two new victim eggs in her hands, cracked their friend about friend. Deuce also cracked his forehead.

• Well, that's enough.
• Indeed? - the girl yelled, shaking off the sticky stuff from her hands. - Are you kidding me? Yes, so that you know, I, the daughter of Pharaoh Ramses de Nile, will never tolerate such treatment!
• Blah blah blah, I already learned all your angry triad by heart. Arrogant, like Caesar in his youth, honestly, "Deuce dismissed, pouring in flour.
• How could you ...
• Well, it's good to beat you, maybe you can whip it, too - interrupted the young man and put the mixer in his hands.

Cleo gasped in outrage and could not find an answer or object.

• I can not. And I will not. This is peasant work.
• This is your homework! - But ok, I'll help you if you behave yourself.
• You forgot, I'm helping you.
• Well, yes, of course, I forgot. Forget here, - Deus reasoned, connecting the mixer to the outlet, - Hold, - he again extended it to the princess.
• And what to do with it?

Deuce went to the girl behind his back and put his hands on top of her, including the mixer.

• I did not know what to cook so romantically - de Nil said, half-sarcastic. Deuce smiled.

• Done, it only remains to add almonds and cinnamon. OK, I'll do it myself, he remarked, as Cleo rolled her eyes doomedly.

• It seems everything. So, what is written here? "Bake 15 minutes at 180 degrees. Clear. We are waiting for 15 minutes - shook hands guy, looking at the book.

• And what will we do while we wait? - like Thorals, Cleo purred, putting her hands on Gorgon's shoulder.

• We'll clean the dishes - he answered without a backward thought, ignoring the girl's efforts.

• You go to hell! - Cleo went out of herself today and recoiled from the guy.

• I'm kidding - Deuce laughed, embracing the stern princess at the waist.

• It seems to me or we have forgotten something? - Feeling the smell of burning, for a second coming off from the de Nil sitting again on the table, Deuce asked.

• Pharaoh's curse! - opened her eyes sharply and pushed him Cleo, - Cookies !!!

Deuce rushed to the oven. Cleo coughed from the smoke that filled the kitchen. But when the "fog" dissipated, she saw quite normal, slightly browned cookies. Gorgon had the same opinion.

• It seems I had time. Want to try? - he put a baking sheet and took another hot pechenyushku.

• Nooo, first you - Cleo winced, her arms outstretched.

• Right now, because of you, we almost burned them, so you need to try. In addition, you have already lived 5000 years, and I'm only 16, - joked about her calendar age, Deuce.

• Oh, you serpentine, come here! - snatched the princess's cookies and, after a moment's hesitation, took a bite.

• And that, not bad. Not bad at all, "she shrugged, looking thoughtfully at the pechenyushka.

• True? - the boy wondered incredulously. "Let me try, too."

• Break off - the girl dodged. "Cleo quickly shoved the whole cookie into her mouth. So "in a royal way", to be honest.

• Hey, we did it together! You helped me, that is, I helped you, remember? - was ready to say anything to Deuce.

• Already... - Cleo said with a full mouth, managing to smile at the same time.

• It's not too late - Gorgon countered resolutely, and swiftly approached.

• Yes, you were right, not bad - he dismissed De Nil. "If there was a cookie goddess in the pantheon, it would definitely be you."

• Very funny - Cleo's lips were squeamishly wiping.

• Next time I'm with Jackson, and do not be hopeful - the guy missed her disgruntled tone.

• Yes, please let everyone know your little secret.

• Wait, that is why you chose me? To keep my secret? - Dews was surprised, and his eyebrows crept upwards.

• What kind of nonsense are you talking about? Of course not, I chose you, because ... just like that. I wanted everything. My desire is the law - in turn, De Nil turned away, following suit, with her arms crossed.

• Cleo... - Deuce said tenderly, hugging the girl.

• What?

• And more biscuits?