the descent silently down the bake line

he sat silently while she ranted.
‘and i hate them and i can’t believe that they would say that or do that and they can…’ she made some kind of angry noise. ‘i’m so angry.’
he knew better than to say, ‘no shit,’ but there wasn’t really anything else he could say.
‘just cause you love your job.’
‘it’s not about loving it. it’s being able to take a step back and say, this is my job but my job isn’t me... and i’ve told you about my pipecleaners before. i sorted the line into colours today because i didn’t really feel like making anything,’ he said smuggly.
‘you’re insane,’ she said laughing.
‘made you smile though.’
she put the cake in to bake.

...

'i bought you something,' he said.'what?'
'open it.' he passed her a package wrapped in blue paper.
'pipecleaners.'
'for work.'
she was a little disappointed.
'try it,' he coaxed her.
'but i'm not angry.'
'just try it.'
she made a fishing rod.
he made a boat.
she made a rainbow.
he made a dog.
'you're better at this than me,' she blushed.
'don't give up.'
she made a lamp-post (that looked like the fishing rod).
he made a flower.
she made a little girl and a little boy.
he made a ring with a red stone.
'marry me,' he said.