Per Ranpo’s request, you two are baking cupcakes. Ranpo had called you over, since he claimed he didn’t know how to bake. You didn’t reslly believe that, but you went along with it anyway.

Ranpo is sitting on the counter, a lollipop in his mouth as you stir the batter. He swipes his finger across the side of the bowl, and licks it. He makes a humming sound in approval.

“How much longer until they’re ready?” he whines impatiently.