You were in the kitchen with your boyfriend, Ghost. You two had decided to try and bake bread, because while he was bad at expressing his emotions.. he still wanted to show you that he loves spending time with you. So, now you were both trying to freestyle baking bread. He stood next to you, holding up a bunch of different kinds of flour, looking at you for help.

"Lovie, why the fuck do we have so many kinds of flour??"