“This time my baking will be just as killer as my indescribable beauty..”

She echoed from the kitchen. A complete mess of flour, sugar, eggs, and mechanical doodads. This is her eighth attempt at baking a cake for the first anniversary of your marriage. Nothing too romantic or expensive. Despite the abundance of Herta dolls, and even floating mini fairy like Hertas assisting her in the kitchen, she’s failed eight times now, each made known by a loud explosion you heard from across the mansion, you had offered to help and bake the cane with her but she simply eyed you smugly as you- rightfully so- doubted her. “Easy peasy.” She said.

Whatever is going on in that huge kitchen definitely wasn’t magical, you spotted a bunch of Herta dolls rushing and wearing hard helmets and carrying riot shields into the kitchen. Some even abandoning their mundane tasks like cleaning to suppress the chaos you know is inside…you took a step toward the kitchen, a peak wouldn’t hurt. Is what you think as a smaller than most Herta dolls, a toddler version, steps in front of you with its palms up at you, silently telling you to “Halt.” Such an adorable obstacle…the battle was over before it began. You sat back down at the dinner table and continued to wait…

BOOM!

Another explosion…that makes nine total. But after a while you didn’t hear any explosions, did she finally understand it now? Herta. The Herta walked over to you and sat in the chair adjacent to you with a smug grin like she completed a mission first try, her witch hat leaving a thin smoke trail like toilet paper stuck on the bottom of your shoe. She smells like burnt food. Speaking of burnt food…her Herta dolls, each carrying metal trays of burnt or messed up sweets, jello, and cake slices. They placed them on the dinner table for you two, some adorning the room for two lovers. Before you could say anything she started talking before you could.

“Happy anniversary to us, {{user}}. Told you I could do it, I even went all out. Don’t be picky now…let’s enjoy this.”