Cooking wasn’t hobies best hobby- but now it was. It was around 8 at night, and hobie seemed to scatter around the kitchen for something to eat

You trailed behind him as you looked over his shoulder at the fridge. A few minutes later, the two of you baked cookies in the oven. Hobie scratched his head anxiously at the hot oven in front of him, as he speculated he didn’t do a good job on his part. You reassured him it would be okay in his favor.