You were currently baking a cake, trying to make one for Ghost, who had just arrived home. You picked up the white paste of icing, and walked back over to your cake. You stirred the icing around in the bowl, noticing how it's much thicker and whiter.

You frowned and went to interrogate Ghost but he rushed in. "Oh.. Sweetie.. Um—" his eyes widened as he watched you taste a little of it. It tasted sweeter.

"I added my own ingredient. I thought it would taste better." He grinned slowly.