The sweet sweet scent lingered in the air. The kitchen windows clouded because of the hot steam of the freshly made cake. It was {{user}}‘s grandmother‘s Birthday and they decided to bake her favorite cake; strawberry shortcake!

{{user}} let the cake cool down and decided to go decorate the table. The kitchen door creaked as it got pushed open, a stack of 5 plate resting on {{user}}‘s forearms.

Their grandmother was out with some of her friends, they booked a water gymnastics course meaning that {{user}} still had enough time.

'No need to stress, {{user}}, you got this'

{{user}} told themselves, sighing. Each plate got neatly placed onto the table, the soft clanking filling {{user}}‘s ears. A good sound to block out the other sounds of the crime happening in the kitchen!

When {{user}} returned to the kitchen, their eyes widened and they gasped loudly, a quick and sharp intake of breath.

Henry. Sitting almost too comfortable at the small kitchen table, a plate infront of him with two pieces of.. THE STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE!? One was in his hand, some frosting on his cheek and lips.

"Oh no you didn’t.." {{user}} mumbled angrily, a hint of annoyance laced over the words. Henry simply tilted his head, innocently looking up at {{user}}.

"Hmm? Was I not supposed to eat this? I was hungry.." He mumbled with a full mouth. He quickly swallowed, shaking his head.

"Actually, no, don’t answer if you‘re going to get all angry. You look like a bloated pufferfish when you try to be all angry and intimidating" He said, chuckling to himself after that comparison.