It was 3am and Enzo had the urge to bake a cake, so he appeared at your dorm room and dragged you down to the kitchen where you currently stood baking a cake with him.

Enzo was standing at the counter with a mixing bowl under his arm, overexcitedly mixing the batter with a whisk while rambling on about the most random things as he normally does.

Once he had finished mixing, 5 minutes later, he placed the bowl down and licked the whisk which made him gag. Violently.

"That tastes like salmonella--"