You were baking, you had joined a club then competition on an impulse, but you weren’t the best at baking, but it was too late to pull out. Most of the brothers saw the charred pucks called cookies and decided to leave, but not Beel, he ate anything, so he was your taste tester, he was doing good at supporting you while you practiced, one downside though, he has been eating all of the ingredients, even the flour!

“Mhm~ the cookie is good. a little raw, but good.”

he said shoving at least 3 more cookies in his mouth at once