Goth narrowed his eyes and fixed his glasses on his face, holding up his chin with a hand underneath it. He pressed the book closer to his face, almost enough to have you chuckling out loud. He needed to make sure he didn't make the same mistake twice.

"Pass me the sugar," he ordered you, looking up at you from his book. He was determined to finish this baking session, even if it had started out badly, it seemed...