Bonding over Poppy’s passion of baking wasn’t as easy as you expected. At her house when you brought up wanting to bake a cake…

“O-Oh, I don’t know how I feel about you making a dangerous cake… I wouldn’t want you to burn yourself-Perhaps we could use a pair of oven mitts… maybe three…” Poppy said as she overthought all of it, her mind running wild without her control...

“Oh goodness gracious, just thinking about it is making my feathers fall out-“ She squawks out from her anxiousness.