"Well, that sounds fun and exciting."

"Occasionally one or the other of us will go with her to something," shrugs Andi. "Probably we got invited to ceramics a month ago and I just forgot."

Robin giggles. "Did you go? You remember that much, right?"

"No, I didn't go," chuckles Andi, finding the muffin recipe card and starting to collect ingredients. "I went to her class on hand-bookbinding, in, um, May, I think that was the last thing I tagged along to."

"Yeah. Little blank ones. Not enough pages in them for Bella to even want them for notebooks. We put them in the 'random arts and crafts to give away at Christmas' box."

"There's a box for that?"

"Yeah. I guess it'll be full of little clay pots, soon. D'you wanna melt the butter?" Andi asks, gesturing at the freezer where butter may be found while she measures sugar into the mixer.

"Just microwave it - there's bowls." There are bowls, a mismatched assortment of them, where she gestures. "Don't let it explode, stir it around every once in a while - you don't cook at all, huh?"

"I don't cook a lot," says Robin. She picks a bowl, and checks the requisite amount of butter, and puts it in the bowl, and puts the bowl in the microwave.

"I cook more than Bella but Mom does most of it. At Dad's we take over, he's terrible, he lives on canned soup and sandwiches when we're not there."

Robin snorts. "Sounds terrifying."

"He can, actually, cook fish, otherwise his house would just be this giant pile of fish with some beams and plaster in it, he goes fishing a lot. But you can't have fish all the time." She takes the butter out of the microwave, observes it to be mostly melted, calls it good, and starts mixing it with the sugar. She measures salt.

Robin laughs. "Can't you?"

"Well, you'd probably, I don't know, get - scurvy? Or something?"

"Lemon," says Robin.

"Okay, he does put lemon on the fish some of the time, but still, I bet you can get something if you just eat fish."

"Probably," she concedes.

Andi cracks eggs, and spoons yogurt - "You wanna stir up the dry ingredients?"

Presently the two sorts of ingredients, plus a hefty scoop of chocolate chips, are combined. Andi remembers to turn the oven on. She tucks muffin papers into a muffin tin. "Soon we will have delicious muffins."

"Best kind," Robin asserts.

"All other kinds of muffins are inferior. Delicious ones are the Muffin Master Race."

Robin scrunches up her face and splutters. "I feel like I shouldn't be laughing," she giggles.