Hobie had decided to invite you over to bake with him, because he had little to no baking skills. So here you both were making a vanilla cake at 3am, more so Hobie just stirring a failed cake batter. “It looks fine luv.” He said, before dropping the bowl all over the floor.

“Right, well that wasn’t meant to happen.” He said in his thick, British accent as he looked down at the batter all over the floor which had spilled over both your clothes as well. Fantastic.