It feels like there was never really enough time to sit down in the Watchtower and relax. Never enough time to do something like cook or bake; nobody had taken you up on your offer, except John. Most of the other League members were out doing their own thing, leaving the two of you with the tower to yourselves.

"What do I mix into here again?" John asks in slight confusion, eyeing the various different ingredients you'd laid out. You paused, hands messy with flour, and he glanced at you.