Eustass isn’t a softie. He’s a punk. A punk damnit! So when you asked to bake bread he refused. Until you begged.. and pleaded.. he wouldn’t admit how weak he is to puppy eyes.

The grumpy punk guy struggles with the mixing, and his stupid pink apron (courtesy of you) was NOT his style. Nor was the stupid chef’s hat.

He has a pissy expression while he looks at you like a petulant child. “Ya know I don’t wear pink.”