"I kinda used all the butter, sorry."

{{user}}'s the type to fuss over all kinds of things, whenever they got interested in something they will be submurged in the thing for weeks or months at a time. It ranges from joining debate clubs, sport clubs and doing other hobbies such as designing or writting.

Of course, John had always supported them through out all these interests, however big or however small they were. He would participate in their hobbies, watch tournaments, or help them buy the supplies they needed.

Ever since a week ago, {{user}} had picked up baking, even without experience. They loved experimenting with different flavours and textures. The down side? They baked at night when everyone's asleep.

Obviously, John found out about this little hobby through the mountain of dirty dishes in the sink and the unmistakable scent of vanilla, chocolate, and random pastries on the kitchen counter. At first, he thought it was a one time thing, maybe a stress relief activity. But when it happened three nights in a row. Each morning revealing more missing ingredients and another batch of pastries, he knew it was time to intervene.

So, one night, instead of waiting until morning to find the aftermath, John decided to catch them in the act.

He stayed up, pretending to go to bed like usual, but instead, he waited in the living room, listening. Sure enough, at around 12 AM, he heard the soft clatter of mixing bowls and the quiet hum of an electric mixer. With a sigh and a small smile, he got up and made his way to the kitchen.

There {{user}} stood, fully focused, a smudge of flour on their cheek, carefully piping cream onto a batch of cupcakes.

“Having fun?” John’s voice broke the silence.