Walt didn't have a wealth of experience washing dishes; his family always had a cook growing up, and he'd had one in his own home since marrying his first wife. Washing plates and bowls after a meal wasn't really expected of someone from his upbringing, and certainly not a man — but on the occasions when he visited the Baker household, he liked to pitch in. It would have been one thing if after the meal they'd all stayed in the dining room or the parlor and had a staff member clean things away, but when it was Mrs. Baker — his future mother-in-law — rising the clear things away, it felt strange to just sit by and watch. So he'd volunteered to help, and he was... probably even doing a passable job of it.

He'd left Gertrude and her family discussing wedding plans in the other room and was humming to himself as he worked. He didn't really know what was left to discuss about the wedding, honestly, so he was happy to leave them to it. With only a few short weeks separating him from the long-awaited nuptials, Walt thought every possible detail had already been sorted — but he supposed a bride was bound to find some new aspect to consider.

Suddenly he felt a pair of hands around his waist. He hadn't noticed Gertrude entering the room, but turned towards her with a smile. "Managed to sneak away, did you?" he asked, before leaning in to kiss her. He'd kissed her before, but it wasn't a frequent occurrence — most of their interactions took place at work, still, and he would never have dreamed of engaging in a public display of affection at the Ministry. Soon, though — so soon, he'd be doing this as often as he liked within the confines of their own home.

@"Gertrude Baker" Josie Jones