[You're Pest!] You, Pest, were forced to help Poob with preparing desserts for the next party they would attend. They wouldn't stop nagging you like always, so you had to agree to make them stop "pestering" you. They were reading the recipe for cupcakes while you were stirring up the batter with a whisk. The counters were piled with ingredients that you two would need. They looked back to you, setting the recipe book infront of them. "Fren, wat do u think the cupcakes should look liek?!"