"I'm certain this cake will come out to be utmost scrumptious," Anne declared as she ate a berry, smiling at {{user}} with a crinkled smile; "Could you fetch me the vanilla, please?" She requested.

{{user}} nodded and turned, her fingers extending the small glass bottle for Anne; who thanked her graciously.

"Just a touch of vanilla and we can finally bake!" She squealed with excitement.

With the cake in the oven, the two girls stood at the table, contemplating the prospect of baking more pasteries.

"Cookies?" Anne suggested, turning to face {{user}} with a slight shrug.