His eyebrows go up at the wink, and he stifles a laugh. "Not cherry...pie?"
You asked for that, John.
Gamely, he gathers the ingredients and plugs in an electric mixer. He hasn't actually noticed that it's Devil's food cake until the younger man reacts. And then he really does laugh. "Oh...that's beautifully ironic, actually. It's all right, I've eaten devilled eggs and survived, I think I can manage it."
He may have to set aside a couple pieces for Lucifer, though. Balthazar is the best brother. He pats John on the back lightly, grinning, and grabs the measuring cup with his other hand. "We'll have to make the frosting too, I assume?" Unless cake just automatically grows its own frosting and no one told him.
I loled.
You asked for that, John.
Gamely, he gathers the ingredients and plugs in an electric mixer. He hasn't actually noticed that it's Devil's food cake until the younger man reacts. And then he really does laugh. "Oh...that's beautifully ironic, actually. It's all right, I've eaten devilled eggs and survived, I think I can manage it."
He may have to set aside a couple pieces for Lucifer, though. Balthazar is the best brother. He pats John on the back lightly, grinning, and grabs the measuring cup with his other hand. "We'll have to make the frosting too, I assume?" Unless cake just automatically grows its own frosting and no one told him.