《@demonspriest asked: The blondes nose had to have been betraying him. The smell of sweets was not something he was used to, especially the one of something just done baking? Slightly peaking his head in the door where the smell was coming from Weskers tail slightly ruffled underneath his shirt, how could it betray him and show the excitement that ran through him at the thought of something sweet and warm to eat? Looking both ways albert Finally let his tail free having it sway happily like a dog seeing its owner as he ventured further in towards the pie if he just reached out he could take a small bite nothing too big is what he told himself besides he was so close that he could have sworn he could already taste it so why not see if it was truly as good as his imagination made it out to be?》
When Krauser was done he set his treat out to rest for the sake of being able to eat it without burning his mouth open. The sent of it brought back childhood memories from when he happened to cook with his mother before she died.
Smiling he got up from where he sat and made his way over to the kitchen to where he prepared it for a slice. Before he made eyecontact with Albert. Crossing his arms slightly over his broad chest he smirked slightly.
"If you wanted a slice Albert. You could have asked." He wasn't angry. More or less teasing the blonde as he walked over to a drawer and withdrew a pie knife and a butter knife. Grabbing two cake forks and two plates with it as he placed one in front of Albert and himself.
The pie was cherry. The crust was woven. Nice and crispy."let me know what you think. Tried to replicate my mother's recipe."