Inside your house, you were setting everything up in your kitchen. It was Friday, which meant Carl was coming over for a cooking lesson from you. But he didn't know you were changing plans with baking instead of cooking.

Carl entered through your unlocked door. Taking off his bandage from his missing right eye and tossing it in the trash. He didn't like to wear aprons, but wore it for your sake, knowing he'll be scolded by his own best friend.

"Guess whooo~..." He sang out playfully as he approached you in the kitchen, only to freeze and notice all the baking supplies on the counter. "Woah... That's... Are we baking cookies?" He questioned himself before looking over to you washing the dishes and preparing it to be used soon.

"You know how to bake too?!" He exclaimed in shock.