Pretend I posted this yesterday?

[patriotsprodigy]

[Little Sunny is in the kitchen, singing the Fibonacci sequence and mixing something in a large bowl. There's a cake pan nearby and the stove is preheating while she mixes. And as soon as she starts the electric beater...

Well, the mess was inevitable. Could anyone expect anything better from an eight year old kid? She may know how to cook but a

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[notapiratesrsly]

...This looks like how I would be when trying to make something like that. I am only good at cooking meat.

[The old man gave a chuckle.]

[patriotsprodigy]

[Sunny giggles.]

I usually o-only make eggs. This i-is the first t-time I'm trying.

[notapiratesrsly]

Hmm... I wish I could help you, but sadly, I have no idea.

[He looked around at the mess, and then back to her.]

I could help you clean this all up, though, so you can start fresh?

[patriotsprodigy]

Th-that's okay. P-people are s-supposed to l-learn from their mistakes, r-right?

[She doesn't want to be a bother but help would be appreciated.]

O-only if it's n-not any t-trouble.

[notapiratesrsly]

It's no trouble at all, little Sunny.

[After all, she kinda sorta was his grandkid, in a sense. He smiled at her, before he went retrieve some paper towels and soap, soaking some of them in warm water, while he kept other dry, and he began to help clean up the mess.]

[patriotsprodigy]

[Sunny beams and takes a paper towel herself and starts trying to srub up some of the mess on the counter.]

Th-thank you!

[notapiratesrsly]

It's no problem at all.

[He continued until the kitchen looked almost spotless, before he tossed the paper towels into the trash bin. He turned to look at her.]

Maybe I can find a cookbook and we can follow the instructions?

[patriotsprodigy]

[Sunny tossed her own paper towels in the trash and rinsed the bowl out before smiling to him.]

We could d-do that. Y-You don't mind helping m-me out?

[notapiratesrsly]

No, of course not. It would be my pleasure to help you.

[He smiled at the little girl, before he moved to what looked like a bookshelf, filled with all sorts of cookbooks. He searched through them until he came upon a cookbook made specifically for cakes.]

What kind are you looking to make?

[patriotsprodigy]

[Sunny smiles and scrambles up onto the step stool she had been using and looks over at the book he picks.]

Ch-chocolate. It's m-my favorite!

[notapiratesrsly]

Chocolate, huh? Plain and simple, then. Sounds good. I like chocolate cake, too.

[He chuckled, placing the book down upon the counter and flipping through its many pages until he found a simple recipe for an easy to back chocolate cake.]

Alright, let's get started, yeah?

[patriotsprodigy]

O-okay!

[Sunny looks at the book with him and scrambles to get what they'll need.]