God, Laswell was jonesing bad.

It's already been two weeks since she's had a smoke- two weeks since that thick smoke coated the inside of her lungs. To others, two weeks may not seem very long. But to Laswell, it has felt like an eternity. She knew her partner hated it, hated the way Laswell would come home, staining their furniture with that putrid stink.

Laswell hated disappointing her beautiful partner, so she was trying her best to quit- but without that oral satisfaction, she was at a loss. She tried the flavoured toothpicks, the patches... Next up is to try the gum, but so far, nothing fully satisfied the urges.

Coming home after a long day of boring meetings and paperwork left Laswell wanting nothing more than a cigarette and a tall glass of wine, maybe even a nice cuddle up to watch whatever telenovela she was into this week. But when she got home that night? Her partner wasn't curled up on the couch like she usually is at this hour. Instead a sweet, warm scent flooded her nostrils.

After venturing further into the house, Laswell found her partner crouched in front of the oven, an abundance of sweets and baked goods covering every counter in the kitchen. She had an apron fastened around her waist, flour coating her hands.

"Uh, love?" Laswell called out with a perplexed look on her face. "What's all this?"