Weiss had been given an entire day to do as he pleased, his age &. maturity allowed him to take control at times (often recently have he had taken his pills) so for the day he had decided to bake some bread &. cakes, with a little bit of help. "Bon, do you want to help me decorate these?" He called out, the cakes having just been taken out of the oven. Weiss knew that his younger? friend often liked to do things with him, so he included him whenever he could.
Sneaky fingers hovered over a cakes warm edge, temptation to steal a piece, ruin the hard work for the sake of tasting this new item before him; of course he wasn’t alone, since his rear was sat upon White’s back; who’s head was just able to peek over the edge of the kitchen divide at the other who called out. They were only inches away from getting a naughty snack — but now, Bon’s hues sparkled. Decorate? That was a thing they could do. Stepping off White’s back and giving his body a nuzzle before he moved towards his closest friend, Bon stared in wonder. Awkward with hands gripping fingers before his lap; unknowing on what to do; how did one decorate cake?
Still; his head nodded; he wanted to try and with Weiss; he knew he’d learn something new again too! So, with a little understanding; he moved to the sink, turning the tap on the wash hands thoroughly. Theo’ told him that washing his hands daily would help prevent illnesses and help others from catching diseases that cling to the skin in bacteria. He understood the importance of a healthy body; though his own was neglected from living conditions he had no control over. Still; with a smile with clean hands almost sparkling in his eyes too; he dabbed them dry with hand towels to toss into the bin - not touching the lid or rim as he did so, to show Weiss his palms.
Now he was ready for business.
