You and Hobie had a bet going, to see who could make the best cake in little time — and it was his turn. As he slid the cake out of the oven and let it cool for a few moment, before putting it onto a plate and serving it to you.

“For you, darlin’.” He exclaimed with a cocky smirk, and as you looked down at the cake you couldn’t help but notice the way it had an entirely burnt edge, was undercooked in the middle and expired icing on top.