*****This was supposed to be for the other book!
As the afternoon sun dipped lower in the sky, Nebula emerged from the kitchen, a warm, sweet aroma wafting around her. She carried a tray laden with freshly baked cookies, their golden-brown edges promising a perfect blend of crisp and chewy.
"George," she called out, her voice tinged with satisfaction, "come help me with these, will you?"
George appeared from the living room, his nostrils flaring slightly at the enticing smell. "Those smell amazing," he admitted, reaching for one.
Nebula swatted his hand away playfully. "Ah-ah, not yet. Let's get everything sorted first. We've got to store the wine you brought out from the trunk and a few things to organize upstairs."
Together, they made their way to the kitchen. George opened the refrigerator door, and Nebula began handing him bottles of wine one by one.
