"You’re not helping yourself, Bettiewettie," Tina says, emphasizing the dorkish nickname.

"But you are my sweet rainbow! You fill me with joy and happiness and gaiety – get it?"

Tina squints her eyes. "Are you trying to distract me from the fact that I basically just caught you with your hand in the cookie jar?"

"I beg to differ," Bette protests. "I really was just walking over to the fridge to have an orange juice. You see, I was working out some details on a deal with a new artist and I just had this sudden craving for home made orange juice and I remembered that my utterly perfect wife had made some earlier today, and I thought to myself, Bette Porter, why don’t you have a glass of orange juice?"

"Then I have two questions for you. One, why are you on your socks? Two, why are you standing right in front of the plate of brownies if the fridge is all the way on the other side of the kitchen?"

"Well, my slippers were really smelly and I was only making a detour."

"And what if I told you that I had been standing in the doorway for five minutes?"

"Then I would tell you that that’s impossible because I made sure the coast was clear before I – oh fuck," Bette curses.

"Before you got a glass of orange juice?" Tina asks playfully. "Admit it, Bette, you were going to eat a brownie."

"But your brownies are just so good," Bette whines. "I honestly don’t see why we’re giving them all to Alice! If I really could just have one brownie, baby," she pouts. "As a compensation for the fact that I have to put up with Alice all afternoon. Alice and Jenny, because you just know she’s going to be there!"

Tina can’t help the smile that’s tugging at her lips. She wraps her arms around Bette’s waist and gives her a peck on the lips. "You know, I think it’s about time you get used to those two, because they’re part of the gang and they’ll probably always be.

"But they’re both so annoying!" Bette huffs. "Alice won’t stop blabbering and interfering and Jenny is just so… ugh, so Jenny, you know?"

"I’ll be there as well," Tina winks, leaning in for another soft kiss – a longer one this time. "And if it makes you any happier, when Alice got drunk on Helena’s engagement party, she told me you were the best lay she’s ever had.

Bette grins cockily. "Why have you not told me this before?"

"Because it was fun to watch you sulk about her."

"You bitch!" Bette gasps mockingly. She then grabs Tina’s shoulders and pushes her back a little. "But – really? Did she really say that?"

"Yes, she did," Tina says. "And you know that girl has been around. Now I have to find a proper punishment for you, Bette. I honestly can’t bake something for someone around here without you trying to sneak into the kitchen and snack some."

"It’s your fault. It’s ridiculously good. You should see it as a sign of my appreciation."

"I know another way for you to show your appreciation – we only have to leave in about an hour."

Tina gives Bette the bedroom eyes.

Bette instantly forgets about the brownies.