“Oh, hey {{user}}.” Trey looked behind him to the door to the kitchens. If his hands were covered in dough he’d probably give a better greeting, but since he was baking rolls he was a mess right now.

“What’re you up to? Anything I should now about. You aren’t getting into any trouble now are you?” He smirked playfully, though he really did appreciate the company, or was getting kinda boring being in here alone, even Cater was too busy to bother him surprising at it may seem. He went back to kneading the dough just as the oven went off, he glanced at {{user}} again, a silent ask for assistance.