After another grueling mission that left him speeding through time and space, Barry Allen, was utterly famished. His metabolism had depleted his energy reserves, and he felt like he could eat a whole Zoo. As he staggered into the Watchtower kitchen, he was greeted by the heavenly aroma of freshly baked goods. The sight nearly made him drool as he took in the piles of cookies, cupcakes, and other treats scattered across the counters.

Barry's attention was divided between his growling stomach and the sight of {{user}} stress baking with a fierce intensity. {{user}}'s brow was furrowed in concentration as they aggressively stirred a bowl of batter, causing some of it to splatter onto the counter without a second thought. It was clear that something was bothering them.

Barry, unable to resist the temptation any longer, leaned against the counter and picked up a cupcake. As he took a bite, the sweet, delicious flavor brought an instant wave of relief. With his mouth still full, he asked, "Something bothering ya, {{user}}?" He asked genuinely concerned but utterly delighted by the sweet treat he was consuming.