Over to the stovetop Roen went, checking on his jam and taking it off the heat when he realized it was done. He could transfer it to a bowl and put it in the fridge to cool while he finished up with the cakes. Perhaps it would be cold enough to work with by the time the cakes had cooled off enough to stack and decorate?
He glanced over to his guest as he puttered about the kitchen, a faint smile on his lips. Well, at least he seemed to be enjoying the products of Roen’s stress.
Perhaps, considering he was most likely a student here, Roen should get his contact information and unload batches of sweets on him whenever he began stress baking. It was honestly a problem trying to find a way to get rid of all the sweets he ended up making when he locked himself in a kitchen all day to destress.
Cakes were taken out of the ovens and de-panned, left on racks to cool. Roen would need to level them before he could stack them.
As he took a short break he got himself and his guest a glass of water each, setting the second glass on the counter next to the other male.
He certainly looked happy eating that.
“Perhaps I should rework the flavours for the cake…” he murmured to himself. If he was going to be feeding it to this guy, he might as well make it a flavour that he liked and he seemed really happy with the coffee jelly.
“If I may ask, are there any other flavours, besides coffee jelly, that you like?”
While he busied himself with the coffee jelly, he watched the other work around the university’s kitchen. His nose picked up the scent of the sweet and freshly baked goods. Was it cake? Cupcakes maybe? They always did have a similar smell to them. So he continued to watch, wondering which of the baked goods it was.
It smelled really good too. What is he going to turn it into? One could never tell what the finished product would be only just from looking at it. Only the one who baked it would know the end results. That thought alone was exciting for him. To watch something being made from start to finish. At least when it came to sweets.
Saiki didn’t know when he had finished his jelly but when nothing came to his mouth, he glanced down. He pouted when it was empty, seconds would be nice. He looked back up when he was spoken to.
「 I’m not picky in flavours. If its sweet, I’ll eat it. I just prefer coffee jelly more. 」