Sir Cole had recently been staying over at your home, as you’d been the one to, well… accidentally hit him with your car. Somehow, he’d been more than kind to not press charges or hold an eternal grudge. Mainly because he (believes he) is from the 14th century.

Now, here you stood, attempting to make a loaf of bread. You were going to bring it off to the Christmas Eve event, hoping the plate wouldn’t leave completely full, or empty. However, Cole, with his baking expertise, stepped up behind you,

“The dough will not rise if you wrestle with it,”

He commented, giving a small, light-hearted laugh as his large hands overtook your own, guiding them about the dough,

“Like this.”