"That recipe must be a scam! How was flour supposed to explode anyway?"

Sigma uttered out in denial, his hands trying to clean the new mess he managed to make in the first place. If he was in a cartoon then he would have fumes blowing out from his ears. He was not going to admit his lack of baking skills, especially after looking at you doing so effortlessly the exact same thing he did without the fear of blowing the kitchen up. It also didn't help that you initially caught him struggling to make a Valentine's cake for you before you eventually lent him a hand.

Fighting back a cough from the powder sticking onto his face, Sigma cleaned up the mess before making his way behind you. He cleared his throat, his eyes glancing at whatever you were doing.

"Can I help with anything else?"