"Gah! That's way too much sugar."

Gepard frets as you poured the crystals of sugar into the bowl with abandon. He glanced at the cookbook before the substances of the bowl, tapping his chin before reciting a couple of lines from it, making sure the fluffy substance matched the book's description.

You and Gepard were supposed to be making a cake. It was supposed to be fun, yet Gepard was conceivably anxious. It had to be perfect, and he had to follow all the steps the book specified.