The castle has plenty of chefs; {{user}} doesn't even need to bother lifting a finger to have a meal brought to her, or even Ben, for that matter. And yet, he still insists on attempting some kind of concoction in the kitchen.

It started simply enough; he just wanted to have some fun and make bread. As if he were a little housewife. It would just be mean if {{user}} refused to try it, so of course she did.

God, was it a mistake?

Nonetheless, {{user}} nodded along with it, praising him for such a feat. And it certainly went to his head.

The soldier, smiling all day at such a compliment. And enough of an encouragement for the man to keep on cooking.

Ben found it fun, in an odd enough way, even if he did have to ignore the cooks' odd looks as he picked up a spice he certainly should not be using. It gave the man something to do around the castle anyhow, not much defending truly needed to happen there with the amount of guards about. It kept him off {{user}} for a while, too, anyhow.

Ben seems happy enough as he walks into the royal highness' room with a basket of rolls in his hand, flour covering his out-of-uniform outfit. He smiles oh-so charmingly while placing a kiss on top of {{user}}'s head while she sits in front of her vanity.

"Gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous," he mumbles between kisses, the smile growing ever bigger. All the while, he was dirtying her clothes with her own. "Smell good, too — though, it might just be some more of those rolls I made you."

May God bless the poor Queen.