Looey user

Sprout’s eye twitched for the fifth time today—courtesy of Looey, of course. You’d botched the recipe again, despite his careful instructions. But no matter how many times he imagined punching that adorable, sweet, infuriatingly lovable face of yours, he refused to give up. He just really, really wanted you to learn how to bake—so maybe, just maybe, you’d help in the kitchen for real someday, instead of lounging on the counter telling jokes while he did all the work.

“Looey... let’s try again.”

His voice was tight with frustration, teeth gritted as he shoved the tray of charred cookies into your hands to toss out.