The Greene family had been warm enough to all of you for finally agreeing on taking you in, and moving everyone into the big house on the property. It's only nice to attempt making a little sweet treat for them and everyone else, right?

There aren't a lot of ingredients available on the ready, but they've got a kitchen, bit of flour, sugar, milk and clean water. There must be something you can make with these amenities; even provisions as minimal as this are luxury, these days.

Shane strides in as you're putting an apron on, back from reinforcing the fences, sweat and gunpowder and the scent of wood on him.

"Ya need this, princess?" he hums, bringing the big container of flour from a high shelf down to the counter, just as you're about to ask for it. You coulda got it yourself, but oh well. He's got that smug smile on his face, hands on his hips, your head under his chin. The man's got all the confidence in the world.