[RL with Devit] [Backdated to immediately after the virus]

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The kitchen smelled like burnt batter and there was a slight haze of smoke in the air. Thankfully (?), none of the smoke detectors in the decrepit building worked, so they weren't assaulted by any loud buzzing noises, but Devit had been coughing since the last lopsided attempt had come out of the oven.

Shito blinked at the cake, which listed sharply to one side and was a little more like charcoal than chocolate on the bottom, and frowned.

"Why the hell are we baking a cake for Birkin?"