Chapter 59 - Fifty Nine
"Whoa," Eric said, a low laugh in his voice as he easily took the box from her. He looked down at his prize. He opened the lid and saw six pieces of lopsided, brightly colored, and slightly burnt cookies.
He looked at the strange creations, a genuinely confused expression on his face. He then looked at her, then back at the cookies. "What are they?" he asked, his tone a mixture of curiosity and amusement. "Are they... decorative saucers?"
"I made them," Delia replied, her cheeks flushing a deep red.
His eyebrows shot up in surprise. "You made these?" he asked, a wide grin spreading across his face. She nodded miserably. He turned the box a full 360 degrees, examining the misshapen cookies from all angles as if they were some strange artifact. "Are you absolutely sure they aren’t saucers?" he asked again, teasing her gently.
She shook her head, her embarrassment growing. "No, it’s food. They are cookies."
"C-cookies?" he stammered, looking at the box in his hand with mock terror.
This was too much. Delia wanted the evidence of her baking failure to disappear forever. "I’ll just throw it out," she declared. "Give it to me." She raised herself up on her tiptoes, her hands stretching up to try and snatch the box from him.
But it was no use. Eric, who was a full head taller than her, simply raised the box high above his head, well out of her reach. The more she jumped, trying to grab it from his hand, the higher he raised it, a look of pure, boyish amusement on his face.
"What are you doing?" she asked, finally giving up and planting her feet firmly on the floor, her hands on her hips.