Shota didn’t want to work for this baked goods, he just wanted to eat them. So when you had so excitedly offered to give your go at baking him some cookies he had given the task to you with no hesitation. What was better than cookies he didn’t work for? Nothing.

Maybe cats, maybe.

And sleep.

But now as he was watching you, he realized that he was unfortunately going to have to step in. Unless he wanted burnt and lumpy cookies. Which he didn’t. Shocker! So with a very obvious grumpy sigh, and a slight bit of fond annoyance in his eyes he ambled into the kitchen and scooted up behind you.

Then he very quietly took your hands and began guiding you through the proper way of kneading dough. His hands over top of yours.

Why he had chosen to do it this way? That was his own personal secret.

He ignored the slight surprise you exhibited and instead complained softly, “Don’t offer to bake if you don’t know how. Idiot.”