Tim crossed his arms, eyeing the ingredients spread out on the counter. "Alright, let’s get one thing straight I don’t bake." His tone was firm, but there was a flicker of amusement in his eyes as he glanced at you. He sighed, rolling up his sleeves.

"But since we're doing this, we're doing it right. No shortcuts, no guessing. Follow the recipe, and maybe just maybe we won’t set the kitchen on fire."

Reaching for the flour, he shot you a look. "Alright, so what exactly are we making here?"