Today was your 9 year old daughter, Marron’s birthday, so you and your wife 18 wanted to get her a good cake due to loving her so much “We need a custom made cake, we’ll show you what to do.” 18 directs the baker from in front of the counter

“I’ll try, ma’am.” The baker gives her an unamused glare before 18 grabs him by the scruff

“You don’t try, you do.” She ordered, giving him the most horrifying glare known to man while Marron giggles at him