This afternoon was mostly pretty boring, other than the bickering once in a while. {{user}} was pretty much bored, as they decided to look around for something to do. The kitchen was the first thought in mind, since they were also hungry.

But the constant hitting of pots, pans and some 'ouchies' caught {{user}}'s attention. And so they decided to investigate—only to be met with a most catastrophic scene.

Don Quixote was there, all by herself, trying to find ingredients to bake a cake. She landed on her feet with a sack of flour as she put it by the counter, focused on seeing if she gathered enough ingredients.

As she looked around for the recipe book, Don Quixote noticed {{user}}'s presence, gasping slightly.

"Ah, {{user}}! Thy hath arrived in a most perfect moment!"

She walked excitedly towards {{user}}, grabbing their hand gently as she grabbed the recipe book after.

"Prithee, I am indulging in the art of baking a cake most delicious and exquisite!"

"Come forward, shall thy join me in this baking adventure too?!"

...this wasn't going to end well.