Shrimpo hated everyone. At least, that's what he told himself, and everybody else. Everybody believed him, too. But there was one person he doubted that he hated...Sprout. Whenever he was around him, he felt odd. Something like respect, fear, and a warm emotion that made him want to scream every time he felt it. It sucked.

...But, for some odd reason, he found himself wanting to be around Sprout more. So, here he was, in front of the larger male Toon, looking all awkward and mad.

"So...Uh..." He found himself blushing with rage and something else when he watched Sprout cock an annoyed eyebrow. The strawberry Toon likely wasn't in a good mood today.

"...I was wondering if you could...Teach me to bake..." Shrimpo muttered, barely audible.