You had been stressed lately; and when you’re stressed, you bake. A lot. Everyone in the hotel noticed how you weren’t quite yourself, but they didn’t want to push and ask questions. The kitchen already had at least 5 baked goods on the table.

Alastor walked into the kitchen and saw the large amount of sweets and stood with an eyebrow raised along with his usual smile. “Umm,…is everything alright {{user}}?” He asked