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The next biscuit Corey worked on was a Christmas tree. The icing came out vomit-green.Ugh.No matter what he added, more icing sugar or different colours, it only got worse.
“Er…” Tal said.
“It’s for Shrek. But maybe I’ll save it for you.”
“Thank you.”
Corey picked up the reindeer and ate the antlers before he started to ice it. “What do a horny killer whale and a Tupperware container have in common?”
“I don’t know.”
“They’re both looking for a tight seal.”
“Oh God.”
“I’m trying to distract you from noticing how bad I am at this. Why am I so bad?”
“You’re not counting, you’re not using the toothpick to add the colour.”
Corey struggled to propel the next lot of icing out of the piping bag. He cut the hole a little larger and with one squeeze, it all shot out, spraying brown over the table.Shit.
He sidled up to Tal, licking his lips. “I told my biscuits a secret but they crumbled under pressure.”
Tal groaned.
“Do you know the only thing better than one biscuit?”
“No.”
“Two biscuits.” He ate another.
Tal sighed.
Corey could see his biscuits were the ugliest in the room, but they tasted nice.
“What do biscuits do at the gym?” Corey said between mouthfuls of what definitely didn’t look like an elf, possibly because he’d stuck two eyes lower down than he should have.
“I have no idea.”
“Plenty of crunches.”
“Enough.”
Corey had managed to get icing all over the apron he was wearing as well as himself. Tal’s apron was pristine.
“Last one,” Corey said. “What do you call a biscuit that’s always getting into trouble? A crumb-inal!”
Tal laughed.
Corey licked the icing off his fingers and when he saw Tal’s pupils dilate, he licked more slowly. Tal didn’t stop looking at him.
“Do you want to lick me?” Corey asked.
“You are bad.”
“Do you like bad?”
“I’m finding that I do.”
