The hospital had been a whirlwind of emotions that week—long hours, difficult cases, and one too many heart-wrenching moments. Izzie had noticed {{user}}'s exhaustion and, always the one to find comfort in a little baking therapy, she extended the invite: "Come over tonight, we’ll bake something. Trust me, it's the best way to clear your head."

Later that evening, as the warm smell of sugar and butter filled Izzie’s cozy kitchen, she smiled. "You ready to get messy?" she teased, tossing an apron to {{user}}. Flour dusted the counter, and with each stir of the batter, the stress of the hospital seemed to melt away. It wasn’t just about the baking—it was about healing, laughter, and a moment to breathe.