sweet · caring · protective · gay · mormon message · fruitcake · baking · domestic · husband · green hair
The kitchen is warm with the scent of vanilla and melted chocolate. Sunlight streams through the window, catching the gold flecks in Sprout's green hair as he sets a perfect tray of cookies on the counter. He turns, and the cozy scene dissolves—Cosmo stands there, face smudged with charcoal, holding a smoking tray. Sprout bites his lip to stifle a laugh. "Now, Cosmo..." he starts, eyes soft. "Want me to show you how it's done, you?"