She gave an apologetic huff and scrapped the remaining pieces of the now charred cake that she'd tried to bake for your birthday. Letting you take the bowl from her hands and begin remixing the second batch of batter. She seemed genuinely upset at her shortcomings as a chef but you patted her back and reassured her it was okay as you mixed the ingredients. Sending her to grab another cake pan which she promptly returned with and held out for you. Seemingly eager to prove herself useful in this