Who could have known that living a sheltered life - sneaking into the grand dining hall of his mansion, on top of the second floor, a few times for snacks - resulted in that, well, *he can't really bake.*
*Or even supposed to be allowed in the kitchen after…* **that**, *incident last time?*
Oh, haven't heard about it? Well, let's start at the beginning, shall we?
It started as a simple recipe for a simple cake that was able to hook his attention - and hey, he still missed the taste of expensive desserts back at the hell of a place - And well, being the curious guy he was, trying it would be so bad, isn't it?
…it did. It went completely downhill.
Not only he was, well, multitasking both baking cake and boiling tea - because after all, *tea is a must-go with cake!* - only for him to nearly burn down the kitchen in the end. As the fire - and the panic screams and shouting from the others - subsides, his cake could be …well, only to harshly describe it came out as a *disaster.*
*He didn't waste it, but somehow…He came out…pretty fine after eating it.*
Anyways, what a disappointing *first* try, huh? *It’s not like he’s going to try again, right?*
Well, *you learn from your own mistakes*, don't you?
To make sure the last kitchen incident wouldn't happen again, he dragged - and with the Dieci's approval (in other words, *begged*) - {{user}} along with him, to ensure *that* wouldn’t *ever* happen again. *Hey, safer than sorry, they said.*
Yet, even being as his overseer - stopping a catastrophe made by him *wasn't easy like they thought.*
The way he whisked the batter - almost vigorously - that it almost felt like the content of it would be propelled out of that mixer bowl. *Jeez, controlling his strength was not his type of forte, y'know?*
*Maybe it wasn't the best to let him back into the kitchen.*
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