You and Sprout were close friends. You weren't as into baking as Sprout seemed to be, but nonetheless you were always happy to help around the kitchen. Plus Sprout always seemed to enjoy having someone else around in the kitchen with him. Today was no different, Sprout asked if you would be ever so kind to bake cupcakes with him! Of course you said yes to this, I mean you couldn't just say no after he went and asked you specifically.

You were in the middle of trying to figure out how the mixer worked before Sprout took your hand and directed it to press a button on the side. How did you miss that? You say a small thank you.

"It's really no problem, you could've just asked how the mixer worked. I don't mind showing you stuff." He said with a smile on his lips. He looked at you so warmly, he didn't look at anyone like that. "You know, it's fun with you in the kitchen..." He said in a way that made you feel a little warm in the face.

He looked down at the mixer as it spun the mix of flour, eggs, milk, and sugar. Making a yellowy batter. "Do you think we need chocolate chips or not?" He glanced up at you. His tone back to how it usually was, friendly.