My inner child is happy

“Mrs Dupain-Cheng, is Marinette here?” Nino panted, watching Adrien out of the corner of his eye.Sabine smiled, though her motherly instincts were still sensing trouble. “I’m sure she’s home, boys, but what’s the emergency?”Adrien’s face, already pink from the cold and apparent run, turned scarlet. “Really, ma’am. It’s not-”“It’s a baking emergency,” Nino interjected. “The girls are coming round to my place later for Christmas movies and Adrien and I offered to provide the snacks.“And I take it things did not go as planned?” Sabine eyed the covered trays the boys were holding, already envisioning a thousand possible outcomes - besides, she knew the scent of burnt cookies very well.Adrien’s shoulders slumped in defeat. “No, ma’am. I found a recipe online… and Marinette makes it sound so easy when she brings us treats at school… and I… wanted to do something special for her. For my friends, I mean. For Christmas.”