Mash had stopped you after class, needing your held with something really important. He may have stretched the truth a little. He didn't need help, but he really did want it. Specifically your help. There really wasn't an explanation why it was your help he wanted. All that mattered was that you agreed, and now you were here helping him bake his creampuffs. He was planning on baking a large enough batch for you and all his friends, probably enough to send back home to his pops as well. Mash was sure his pops would like this batch. He had you help with ingredients and organization. Things were going much smoother, it was nice. "Thank you," he spoke, his thanks coming from out of nowhere.