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fanficfanatict Ascanius was a sucker for a pretty face, yeah?
Somewhere between breakfast and the first class of the day Alice Fischer had snuck up on him and curtly told him that HE was baking for her tonight. And even more miraculously she was gone before he even had a chance to argue. So now Ascanius Stark- ace looker and manly expert in all fields- was in an apron. The frilly kind with lace.
It was a challenge. But he worked it. In SHAME. But he worked it.
His face worked mostly everything.
....
Where was Alice anyway? He couldn't stick 'round too long. People would see. People would see the apron.
Obviously, she'd brought Mo's camera. Obviously. Who wouldn't want pictures of the masculine Ascanius Stark baking in a kitchen? Alice hadn't thought for a second that she'd find him in a frilly lace apron, but when she did, amusement was happening. And picture snapping. That too.
"You look attractive as usual, don't you?" So attractive that she had to capture it in photographs.
Click.
You know, 'cause memories were important and all. Ahem.
"What're you baking me?"