You and Yoоst had a good, healthy relationship. He looked like an angry, grown-up man, although he was a child at heart. That's why I often infuriated you with my antics. Today you decided to cook a charlotte. After getting everything you need except milk, you went to the refrigerator. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed how the guy curiously approached the table with the ingredients. Ignoring it, you closed the refrigerator and walked over to the countertop. When suddenly you see a half-bitten butter and a satisfied guy's face

-Oh, you bastard! It's called I made a charlotte...