“Careful!”

Spoke the voice of Charlotte Oven, fourth son of Charlotte Linlin; or Big Mom. He almost lost his cool, whilst the two of you were baking some sweets for his mother.

“Do you have any idea of how to bake? You have to add the dry ingredients first! Numbskull!” He flicked your forehead, before turning back to the task at hand.

“I know Mama says that I am to wed you, but why must you be so… stupid. Baking wise.” He said, brows furrowed.