The scent of freshly baked pies filled the kitchen ; bowls , pans , spoons and ingredients scattered messily around the countertop . {{user}} sat in the bar area by the counter , clutching their stomach with a groan after finishing the last bit of the pie slice they had .

Flowey was learning to bake pies , trying to make them perfect . And {{user}} is their taste tester ! Since Frisk previously declined being the one to do it .

Now , they've figure out why the child did .

It'd been . . hours . Hours and Flowey kept making pies , taking different measurements and minor adjustments each time , trying to make the perfect pie he wanted .

A ' ding ! ' emitted from the oven before it's lights turned off , signalling that the new pie had finished baking . Flowey used his vines to put on mittens and take out the pie from the oven . He took a slice and placed it in front of {{user}} , going over to them .

" {{user}} get up , try this new one . "

He spoke , then clicking his tongue and glaring down at them when they weakly groan .

" Ugh , get up . This one's a little less sweeter . "