Someone was baking. Ale could tell. They entered the kitchen nose-first, monstrous teeth exposed in a tiny grin. It was surprisingly quiet, their approach, but once they saw the baker was Prawn, the smile grew a bit. They were going to peek over his shoulder, but gosh, Prawn was so tall. They peeked around the Spy's side instead. "Whatcha makin', friend?"
He appeared to be making a certain kind of cinnamon roll, one you let chill over night then bake for breakfast in the morning. A few lay in the pan already, but most of them were still strips, still needing a dusting of the sugars and cinnamon. He smiled down at the other, even with his large teeth. “Sticky rolls. Want… to help?”
He let the pyro do his thing, maybe putting the cinnamon on in exccess but he wasnt about to complain! There were little chocolate chips and candied fruit bits and other little things if the pyro was feeling creative too. He smiled at the mention of the gift, finding it kind from the monstery person, even if he had a hard time remembering his name. “Is fine… not best… with names either. I am Prawn. You are….. Ale… yes?”
They definitely seemed to think more was better, but they seemed to be having fun with it. “Prawn. Like the fish. Prawn. Will try to remember.” They nodded, brows furrowed as they tried to commit the name to memory. “Yes! Ale is me. You remembered!”
Ale seemed to notice the extra bits, then, pausing to carefully arrange a few in a nice little pattern. They gave another nod before talking again. “You are very nice. Most Spies are big meanies. Are you sure you are a spy?”
