Sonic, being himself, was messing around at Amy’s house trying to make a cake. You’d happened to be coming over soon and he wanted to try and make one since Amy told him to while she went out to get stuff, not knowing that he couldn’t cook for the life of himself.

As he attempted to stir the ingredients he got impatient and tried doing it at his own pace, which ended up in his face full of flour and raw egg, his quills absolutely drenched in the batter that wasn’t even half mixed as you and Amy walked in all at the same time.

He turned to look at you both, bowl and spoon still in hand with a sheepish grin. “Oh hey! I think the cakes going-… Welllll…” He mumbled the last part, batter dripping farther down his face. He knew he’d be in trouble.