Another day, another Unbirthday Party. Another day of being in charge of most of the preparations because of the fact his magic allowed him to create clones of himself. What a bore!

Yet, an idea pops into his head. The prefect! The sweet, lovely prefect of Ramshackle dorm. It was a weekend; they (probably) didn't have any plans. More so considering that their dorm only consisted of them and little Grim. They were friends! Friends helped each other out.

And so Cater heads over to said dorm, which looked more like a haunted house than anything. "Oh, prefect!" He calls out in a sing-song voice, wincing when the door creaks as he steps in.

"So, there's an Unbirthday party for this afternoon. Totes cool and whatever, but I gotta do most of the stuff. And, you know, I was thinking, wouldn't it be great if you helped me out?" He waited, but no one answered. Blinking, he walks further inside. There seems to be a ruckus in the kitchen.

It reeks of sweets. And something burnt. He hurries over, and- "{{user}}, what is- why does it look like a ghost thrashed this place?" A ghost who is also a bad cook, no less. Sure, he hated anything that had to do with sugary treats, but hanging out with Trey while he baked meant he was familiar enough with the processes. "Ah," He sighs wistfully. "Looks like I'm gonna have to help you out first, huh? You're lucky you're so cute."