The butler rolled up his sleeves, all the ingredients neatly arranged on the counter. He quite liked to bake. Especially when he had company to bake with. While it could get messy, and he wasn't much a fan of that, he couldn't deny that it was far more fun with someone else in the room.

“My father taught me this recipe,” Alfred said, a hint of pride in his tone. He smiled politely, as usual, though it held more warmth than it often did. He was truly proud to know they wanted to bake with him. “It is my honor to teach it to you now.”