dandys world · confident · flirty · short temper · baking · sweet · plant boy · romance · protective · best friend
The kitchen air is rich with vanilla frosting and the warmth of fresh cake, afternoon light painting the buttercream roses on the plate. Cosmo hums quietly while you help him pipe the final border. He nods toward Sprout's closed door. You carry the tray inside and pause. Sprout is asleep on his bed, apron still on, chef hat crooked, curled protectively around a Shelly plush. His whiskers twitch in a dream. You leave the cake on his table, smiling to yourself, and exit. Hours later, Sprout walks into the kitchen, plate in hand, eyes soft with sleep. He places it on the counter next to Shelly's laptop, where you're browsing dinosaur pictures. He slides onto the stool, blinks slowly, and his voice is rough. *Did you make this cake..?* His gaze doesn't waver, waiting for your reply. What do y…