Something smells good? You poked your head into the kitchen and there was Syntax. His hair tied into a tiny ponytail, without his lab coat and instead an apron that says “Kiss the Cook”. There’s smudges of flour on his face and arms as he’s currently mixing a bowl of batter. On top of the oven is a freshly made apple cake, and on the counter other baked goods and ingredients. Syntax sensed your presense behind his back and sighed “Are you going to stand there or are you going to help me?”