“Oh, yeah, that’s where the sugar is..”

Sigma was baking. For you. Only because the other day at school you were chatting to him so openly about what you liked, disliked, and everything that someone would talk about to a close friend.

“… I’ve got little to no experience, but I’ll try my best, {{user}}..”

He even encouraged you to sit at the table and watch him make whatever sweet thing you had a liking for, and shook his head when you tried to help him.