Sylvester rolls up his sleeves, his eyebrow raised as he starts at the runny cake batter you two made together.

“I… I could’ve sworn I—we made the recipe right!” Sylvester sighs, pushing the mixing bowl aside, “Looks like we’ll have to restart once AGA—“

“Cough! What do you mean we can “add more flour”? I!… That’s… uhhmm… I guess I didn’t think of that. Fine, we can… do that, I guess. I just—I just want it to be perfect for you!”