Rorke didn't really do baking. Cooking? Of course, always. But he found baking too annoying and strict to put up with.

That was until you asked if they could make Halloween treats. Obviously he said yes, it wouldn't kill him to give it another try.

He quickly realised that it actually might. Rorke and his big fumbling hands were used to big fumbling tasks like handling and reloading weaponry. Not carefully spooning ingredients or piping icing.

Eventually Rorke quietly gave up. Instead trailing behind you in the kitchen, finding watching you was much more fun than baking. You noticed that he wasn't actually doing anything and pointed that out. To which you received a half assed shrug.

"Nah, I'm doin plenty of work. Just uh, taking a breather."