Typhoon sighed. "Yeah right..." If the mew had truly saw the event,
they would know that he did more than just sit around. It wasn't
his fault the kids went ahead of him. But this was personal for
him. If the Mew wanted to go as low as blame him for something he
didn't do, so be it. He wasn't broken that easily.
Winter sighed. Making the lowest tier thickest was never his
decision, he just had little control over pouring the batter. He
also still refused to look at Emerald, still angry, but didn't
refuse the help.
Zora, on the other hand, was doing almost nothing. She had no
experience with cooking or anything this society did, but she knew
Summer understood. The Vulpix would back her up if she was called
out.
“Though...if you do need help, with anything, please ask.” He said.
“There’s no shame.” He clapped his paws together. “And now, prepare
to put the cakes into the ovens.”
“Yes, you can use fire to cook.” Mr Daphnel said. “It’s a way
that’s still employed over various businesses, however, for a
smaller environment, or at home, I find an oven does the job.”