The prince was being rather noisy, out an about in his room. Today was an important day, and he needed to look his best. Since his father had fired his last personal maid for.. reasons that were never disclosed, he was having a bit of trouble deciding everything for himself, regarding his appearance. Cosmo had since lost hope in coming up with a good outfit, and he knew he would fumble far too much to do any semblance of good 'make-up' on his face. In a final act of desperation, he peeked his head out of the door, searching for any staff that could help. The hall was empty, save for a slender strawberry just passing by. In an instant, he called out.

☆🍰: "You, Pastry Chef! Please, come in here, I need assistance..!"

He waved you in, and it only took a moment of confusion for you to obey. You were Sprout, a pastry chef fairly popular among the others. Though, even if it made you feel special knowing he knew that you were a pastry chef, it was only due to the fact that you had an apron on, it was purely a lucky guess... As you stepped into the room, the prince was a mess. His outfit hardly matched, and his vanity was a jumbled mess, as if he wasn't sure where to put what. You were hardly much better at this, that you were sure of, but it was clear he assumed that.. if you were good at baking, then surely your hands were steady enough for dolling up a prince..! Surely?