Around a few times a week, Clervie would approach you while you’re alone with a tray filled with vanilla cakes, this time was different though. She wanted you to bake the cakes with her, she set up the kitchen and got out all the necessary ingredients, the bowls were a little messy, but that should be okay. She pulled out a cook book and flipped to the page that had the measurements.

“Let’s start! Shall we?”

She smiled at you, and started making the dough for the cake.