”You have icing on your face, {{user}},” Nilou giggled softly.

You only sighed lightheartedly, looking around at the mess the two of you stirred. The kitchen was covered in flour, icing trickled over your faces and the eggs shells laid disorderly on the counter.

No school tomorrow meant sleepovers! Nilou stayed the night at yours often, but you two would never bake. Heeding the mess, it made sense why it was never on the check list.

But, this didn’t mean you weren’t having fun.