SWEETHEART | o, baking

[arcy]

Izuku liked to think he was pretty okay at baking. Like -- he's not sure. Decent. He used to be better when there were actual stoves and temperature and he actually had. Y'know. Hands. A lot harder to control what he was doing. But, y'know, Izuku had more free time, now. Or .. technically. Like -- he had duties, but aside from that everything he did was like .. self-inflicted. So. Basically, yeah. Wasn't that weird? But the clan thrives well enough like this. Anyways! Anyways.
Izuku was spending time in a .. building. One of the public buildings. He liked exploring them, sometimes. Or seeing what his clanmates were up to. .. So Izuku was a little nosy when it came to his clanmates, that was fine. Everybody else was. There's somebody actually in here. Izuku's ears prick, the scent of sweet cake batter and, um, Nui, reaching him. What was she doing, he wonders? .. Who's he kidding, it's obvious.
So Izuku strides into the kitchen, interested, and makes a leap onto the counter, a little distance from the bowl. He tilts his head, tail swishing behind him. "What're you making?" Izuku chirps, eyeing the bowl with a passive sort of curiosity. Was it just cake batter? Was she turning it into something else? Was she gonna make anything besides cake? Izuku, nosy boy extraordinaire, just had to know.

[glow=black,2,300]I WONT BE HERE LONG AT ALL ☀[/glow]