Flame hummed softly. It was a tune that he had learned in order to steady himself, both during fights and during peaceful moments. Such as this one. He wasn’t good at cooking, the first time he tried -- with Mane’s help, could he not -- Flame burnt the meal he was supposed to make. Mane, of course, was able to start the meal from scratch and deliver them something tasteful, Oxeye Daisy Stew. It was beneficial to consume, it had healing properties and all, which helped them quickly recover from today’s battles.

Back to the subject at hand. It was the dead of night, Wemmbu was asleep in the upper levels of the underground base, and Mane was so heavily into sleep that he was more enveloped in rest than a heavy brick -- meaning, Mane was basically dead to the world as he slept, blissfully unaware of the fact Flame was baking up a storm in the fairly large kitchen they had built together.

Laid out on a marble kitchen island, which was large enough to stretch an entire scroll of map out on -- about seven or so feet, and please don’t ask why they need all of that room-- was several varieties of pastries and sweets. And the smells seemed to group together and create something so marvelously smelling that it could make anyone’s mouth water; maybe that’s how Flamefrags was able to secure his spot on Lifesteal, since he baked nearly all of the sweets and the lavish wedding cake for Ash and Parrot’s wedding months prior to season six.

Flame had a sweet side, yes, but he was also ‘the immortal demon,’ a title he tried to separate from ages ago; only for the monstrous title to cling closer to him. Perhaps that's why he decided to take up a pleasant hobby like baking. He was more than just a natural, he was even better than that. He could tell when a dish, something baked, needed more sugar or more salt—sugar or baking soda— it was general knowledge that came to him as easily as he breathed.

And Flame was amazing at baking, albeit he was horrible at cooking. He tried cooking with Mane once, and failed. Miserably.