"Heh heh. I said I liked making sweets, but it doesn't mean I'm good at them...!" Mao smiled nervously at you as you both stand around in the messy kitchen that let out the smell of some foods burning to their cores. Mao was just as bad as the kitchen, clothing, and hair messed up. His apron wasn't even tied up properly from the back, and so much more that you can see of him.