Baking should be left to the professionals... or just his mom...

[quietblack]

[So you know how he'd asked you to come by in a few days? Well when you draw closer you might be able to notice the smell of... cake? being baked in the air.]

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[stalkerwithacap]

[sticking his head inside the door]
Do I smell cake?

[quietblack]

[Soooort of. Other than the fine sheen of flour over everywhere you might notice a bunch of largish boxes stacked on one side of the counter, and one more opened on the table. In it there were a bunch of cupcakes decorated in various holiday decorations, with are larger set-up around it looking like a wreath. There's also some undecorated cupcakes sitting out to cool on top of the stove.

By the way. You just sticking your head in like that? Touya had his head in a low cabinet, busy getting something from inside and bangs his head on the top of it in surprise.]

Oooww...

[stalkerwithacap]

[Ohoho, looks like someone's not that used to bakin- ouch that looks like it hurt. Walking over to check on you]
Shit, sorry 'bout that. You okay?

[quietblack]

[Hey, at least the finished cupcakes looked okay. But that decorating? Flawless. You can probably tell what his job was during the holidays.

He rubs his head before looking up at you with a sheepish smile.]

I'm fine, just didn't expect you so early.

[He reaches back into the cabinet and pulls out another cupcake tin with a small sound of triumph.]