Flour. Flour was everywhere, on the walls, his face, the floor, your hands. Cloud blinked, his sharp eyes scanning the mess. "Well, that didn't go as planned." he spoke shortly. He had been getting impatient with how slow the mixer was spinning and decided to turn up the speed, resulting in the dry ingredients to spray everywhere.

The blonde gave you an amused look at the white dusting your hair, reaching out a hand to wipe some off your cheek.