A/N: Here is my submission to the July challenge on Twin.Exchange. Just a cute little snippet of domesticity.

"Fee Fi Fo Fum!"

Hermione laughed and rolled her eyes as she heard her husband playing with the children in the other room as she baked. It would be the first time she was attempting to bake something to bring to Sunday night dinner as the Weasley's. George was encouraging, but all the while she could see the apprehension in his eyes.

"Okay," she said to herself, "now let it sit in the fridge for half an hour." Her finger was skimming a recipe card her mother had given her when she first got married. "Then just to make the crust! See, easier than I thought."

"You sound crazy when you talk to yourself like that you know." The children were now busy entertaining themselves, so George came in to see his wives progress.

"Oh, and you don't sound like a crazy person when you are leaning over a parchment mumbling about your newest invention."

"That's all for the sake of my family. I have to make the money you know, I can offer up some of my sanity for that."

"All the same, I think I may be doing a good job."

"Can I help with anything?" He offered, but he didn't mean it. He sat himself on a stool at the counter and like a spoon she had just put down. He gave an odd look, licked it again and looked up at her. "Is that... maple syrup?"

"No, it's caramel. Why is that what it tastes like?" Hermione began to panic. Her husband wasn't a picky eater, but if he grimaced at the taste of her supposed maple syrup pie, then she quit.

"No, no, I'm sure it's just because it's warm." He carefully answered and put the spoon down. Hermione calmed a bit and agreed. It would be better when it was done. "You didn't have to do all of this you know. Mum said you didn't have to bake something, you could have made potatoes or something. You know I love your potatoes."

"I know, but I really wanted to make it special. Everyone is actually going to be there this week and Molly is so excited."

"It seems so strange that we're all going to be together again."

"But Ron made the special request that we all come and he's been on a mission to make us all promise. I think he's going to propose to Lavender tonight."

"Oh, so that's what all of this is about eh? Little Ronny is ready to make the leap. Well, it's about time."

"Just because you couldn't wait two months until I was out of school doesn't mean he's so eager to get married."

"Yes well, I think Lavender was a little more willing to give up the milk before buying the cow, if you catch my drift."

"Would you have preferred me be so easy?"

"I think I would have preferred you be anything more than you were, but then again admitting that could have me on the couch. So no, I like you just as you are."

"Even if I can't bake a pie?"

"Even if you can't bake a pie."

"Out now, I need to concentrate."

George walked over to his wife and kissed her forehead before running back to the play room and yelling like a four year old. Just one more reason Hermione Weasley loved her husband. She took out the concoction from the fridge. It wiggled like pudding, but according to the recipe, it was supposed to. After pouring it in the crust and putting it in the over, she too tasted the spoon. He was right. She was baking a maple syrup pie. She let out a sigh and once again resigned herself that she just was not a baker. But who cares, she made a really good mashed potato and she had the love of a crazy Weasley man. She was happy.