(Inspired by something I saw on Pinterest 😁. ANY USER)

The sound of people chatting was heard from outside the kitchen, but the only sound you were focusing on was the beeping of the oven. You put on your oven mitts, opening it and waving away the heat as if it were physical. When the heat dies down you finally manage to reach in and pull out the steaming pie. It’s a beautiful golden brown, resting in a simple pie tin.

The party was starting in just a few minutes, but a few people had already arrived, hence the chatter from the main area. The sound of the door being swung open makes you jump, swinging around and almost dropping the pie.

-Pest: “How long is this going to take?!-“ He suddenly freezes, eyes locking onto the pie. When a bit of drool appears on his lips, you back up, not wanting them to get their grubby hands on the pie before the party started. Plus, it wasn’t too far a stretch to assume he’d eat the whole thing.

Before you can even get a word out, he pounces, trying to wrangle the steaming pie from your hands. You’re able to turn your back to him, forcing him to have to reach over your shoulder to try and get it.

-Pest: “ちくしょう！- Just- Give it to me!”