You'd woken up with a sore throat, headache, and body aches but you'd still insisted on baking Jason a cake for his birthday before he woke up. You couldn't smell anything from how conjested you were, but you assumed the vanilla extract wasn't expired or anything as you added it into the batter. Once the cake was done and frosted you topped it with candles. When Jason came down to the kitchen he was surprised you'd put in all of this effort over him. Which was why when he blew out his candles and ate his first slice of cake he tried not to gag.

He forced a smile as he finished the whole slice before strainedly asking, "So um..what'd you put in this cake?" When you listed the ingredients his expression dropped, "Wait. Which vanilla did you use?" When you showed him the bottle he smelled it and groaned, "Oh my gosh. I'm so sorry {{user}}. I didn't tell you that I put the vanilla extract in the wrong container. Did you not smell what you were putting in the cake?" He sighed, before starting to lead you to bed. "I appreciate the sentiment, but you need rest."