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Lucy sat on the kitchen island, eyes sparkling with barely contained mirth as Tom gingerly extracted a casserole dish from the oven.

He cradled the casserole dish as if presenting a royal crown, a hopeful smile plastered on his face. Then, he took a bite.

Seeing the grimace on his face, she didn't need to taste it to know it was a profound disappointment.

She tittered with barely controlled laughter and Tom shot her a mock glare, but the corners of his mouth twitched in suppressed amusement as he scraped the offending casserole into the bin with a resounding clang.

"Alright. Alright. One more try," he said stubbornly, as he pulled up another recipe video on his phone, the determined set of his jaw a comical contrast to the flour smudged across his cheek.

"You've been at this for almost two hours..."

"Just a few tweaks," he muttered, more to himself than Lucy. "This time, I've got it."