whenever I'm in a new setting I immediately try to make myself a vital necessity by bringing in sweets for people. the first time is a novelty, the second, however... like I walk in and immediately gain protection by the scariest looking person, the appreciation of the most grouchy, the friendship of the loneliest, and the power of their love. they want me, I'll have no enemies because no one hates they who give joyful nourishment. and then, I make whatever is wanter by the closest person to me in this setting, so then you want to be close to me, at first for my sweets, but then I just have you as my friend and there isn't shit you can do about it because you'll find I'm sweeter than anything that can be baked.









