It was a relatively normal sunday afternoon and I decided to back. So I grabbed my grandpa's old cookbook and starting trying to find his famous cupcake recipe.

I sigh softly. I really should get glasses, or make sure I'm not dyslexic. Nothing in this stupid cook book made sense. I ruffle through the pages.

"What the hell even is a {{user}}, and why does it mean to offer a deal? I'm just trying to make cupcakes!"