Three [Action]

[brbpouncingyou]

[[ON THIS FINE DAY, Hunter's trying to bake his cake. It's not turning out so well. He added the wrong amount of eggs, flour, and it's too runny. After desperately trying to fix it, he loses his temper. He runs out the front door wearing an apron that says 'Kiss the Cook' on it, though it's covered in splotches of... some kind of foodstuffs.

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[yourfaithfulpet]

[Because Nana's on a quest to meet everyone still it's no surprise that she's on hand to view this little debacle. She's at the fence without even really thinking about it, not at all intimidated by the screaming and profanity.]

You want some help? I'd be more than happy to show you.

[It's a dream, so any qualms about his appearance don't apply here. Who would have thought she'd have such a stubborn streak in her?]

I'm not the best, but cooking isn't really all that hard once you've got the basics.

[brbpouncingyou]

[[Hunter turned to face her with an angry, angry glare. He didn't want anyone interrupting his angry tirade, and he didn't want any help from anyone else.

Okay, that was a lie. He wanted help, but he wasn't going to freely admit it to the world.]]

If you want to help, get inside. Don't let anyone see you.

[yourfaithfulpet]

[His behavior was kind of funny since she hadn't been required to offer help, still it wouldn't hurt anything and she couldn't blame him for being in a bad mood.]

Hai, hai. [Nana complies with his request despite thinking it's kind of silly. For the record, she fails at being furtive spy-like she is not.]

[brbpouncingyou]

[[He frowns at her, waiting for her to get inside. Once she does, he closes the door behind her immediately.]]

Do you know how to bake a cake properly?

[yourfaithfulpet]

It'd be kind of mean to offer to help you make a cake and not know how to make one. What type of cake do you want to make? What's your name?

[Ah, into the familiar rhythm of rapid fire questions, there she goes again.]

I'm Nana Komatsu, it's nice to meet you.

[brbpouncingyou]

...

[[Oh, right. He's supposed to be acting polite since she's being nice. Here goes.]]

Hunter. I'm Hunter. It's... uh, nice to meet you. Or something.

[[He hadn't really thought about what kind cake to bake, in all honesty.]]

...Uh. What kind of cakes are there? I thought they were all the same?

[yourfaithfulpet]

[[There you go Hunter, that's much better. Nana approves and proves it with yet another smile.]]

It's nice to meet you too Hunter.

Of course not all cakes are the same. Most of them don't even look like each other.

[brbpouncingyou]

...What?

[[And here he was, thinking that all cakes were the same. He stands corrected. And he feels a little dumb.]]

Then... uh, what kind should I make?

[yourfaithfulpet]

Well, that would depend on who you're making it for. What do they like?

[brbpouncingyou]

[[...what DOES she like? He has no clue at all.]]

Hell if I know. I've just gotta make her cake because I lost a bet to her.