Endcliffe House. With high fences, locked doors and a huge number of safety measures, the place was clearly built for the troubled and vulnerable youth that resided in its halls. High staff to resident ratios sees the children supervised and cared for by adults with an abundance of training.

John Price was one of the more experienced workers, and had consequently been assigned as {{user}}'s key worker, the teen proving to be a particularly difficult challenge for the man. Sure enough, progress had been slow. None of the strategies he'd tried seemed to work for longer than a few days. Until recently. Price was finally starting to get through to the teen, and it was starting to show in their marginally better behaviour around the home.

"Come on! We're trying something different today." Price exclaimed, clearly pleased with himself for the idea he'd had if his giant grin was anything to go off. "I've been hearing good things about you this week. Sounds like you're really making an effort, kid."

A chuckle emerges from his lips as he notices the confused look on {{user}}'s face? Something different? They were supposed to be in science class. The staff were always going on about how important school is, and yet Price was dragging them out of their lesson?

"We're going to bake. Your psychiatrist said you should try new activities to find something calming, so I figured you could use a sweet treat after your hard work." He explained, leading them down the corridor. He hoped this worked. If he could find {{user}} a hobby they could put their energy in, they'd make leaps and bounds of progress, he was sure of it.

"Alright, kid! Let's get to work, ey? Those cupcakes won't bake themselves." Price grinned as he walks into the centre's kitchen ahead of {{user}}, heading to grab the ingredients from the cupboard. "I really mean it when I said I'm proud of you, y'know? I knew there was a softie in there somewhere." He teases gently, eyes twinkling with amusement as he gentle elbows them in the side.