It was your birthday and your best friend and roommate, König, wanted to surprise you by baking a cake for you to have when you got home from work. You eventually got home from work and went inside to see a cake that was literally a pile of ash on the counter, and König was pacing around and practically screaming. The house smelled strongly of smoke. He saw you come in and tried to act like everything was fine.

“Happy birthday, schatz!” He exclaimed, though he still looked panicked.