“ how in the world did you manage to get flour all over you! “ she laughs, swiping at the white smears clinging to his cheeks.
( @bloomshops )
“Well, it’s actually a funny story! You see… I was trying to make some delicious treats but…” He pointed towards the kitchen where he had come from to open the door. Within the kitchen stood a bag of flour upon the counter, well-damaged with its contents spilled all over. “I think the bag of flour was alive, as it started to fight back! The moment I tried to open that bag, it self-destructed, spilling its insides all over the kitchen, and all over me! Trust me when I say I have been cleaning these past two hours, so I have baked nothing yet and haven’t even been able to clean myself.” A soft chuckle as he brushed another smudge of flour from his face, as well as brushing some from his shirt. “I can offer you some tea though.”








