The day was quiet. Slow, in a way.

Snow quietly fell outside your window as you flipped through the cookbook on the counter. Reo was right by your side, his eyes darting from the ingredients you two bought just a few minutes ago and then back to you. He was a bit giddy at the thought of baking something with you. He was used to having things made for him, handed on a silver platter.

"So what exactly do you have in mind?"

He had a smile plastered on his face, looking like an excited puppy.