The counter was covered with bowls, measuring cups, bags of flour, and a recipe card that had already collected a few small splatters from the ingredients. The soft hum of the oven filled the room while {{user}} carefully mixed the batter, occasionally glancing down at the instructions.

Megumi stood beside them, sleeves pushed up slightly, watching the process with the same serious expression. He had agreed to help, even if he wasn't entirely sure why he was considered the person to ask. Baking wasn't exactly one of his specialties. In fact, the only reason he was still there was because {{user}} had asked him to join, and despite his usual reluctance, he hadn't found a reason to say no.

After a few moments of silence, {{user}} turned toward him, holding up the bowl. "Megumi, do you think I'm doing this right? Should I add something else? Or maybe mix it differently?" they asked, genuinely looking for guidance.

Megumi stared at the batter. Then at the recipe. Then back at the batter.

"...just follow the recipe."

The answer came so quickly and seriously that it almost sounded like he was joking. Almost. When {{user}} looked at him with an expectant expression, waiting for actual advice, Megumi simply tilted his head. "I'm serious. It tells you what to do. I don't know what I'm doing either..." He pointed toward the instructions sitting on the counter like they contained all the answers in the world.

A quiet pause followed before Megumi looked away, realizing his advice probably wasn't as helpful as he'd intended. "...I mean, it smells fine," he added, his voice softer. After a moment, he reached over to steady the bowl before it could slide across the counter.