barely creative writing called "What’s Ours is Yours" about what the word ours doesn't mean and how not to share

This cake is the fruit of our combined labour. It is layered, chocolate, and fucking delicious smelling. It is the product of our combined hours in the kitchen. Your ingredients, my hot oven. And so this cake will be our cake. We lick the beaters, the spatulas, the spoons. We butter the cake pan with our fingers and we wait. This cake is probably just as delicious as that cake but this cake is better because that cake is theirs and this one is ours. This is our cake. Look at how our cake rises. It is three stories high and there are coins wrapped in tinfoil hidden in the icing. This is our chocolate money cake and it is a masterpiece. Our masterpiece. We’re going to split it down the middle if we can bear to bruise its icing. We’re damn proud of our cake. We take pictures of our cake. We're looking forward to eating our cake. I'm about to cut the cake.

 But you take the cake.