Diemand

"Hey, guys! Who wants cookies~?" Demencia and 505 rush to the kitchen and immediately stuff their faces. Flug sighs, but you can tell that he's smiling underneath the paper bag. "They're pretty greedy when it comes to your sweets. Who can blame them? They're delicious!" You wave your hand dismissively. "Compared to my mother, I'm still a beginner. Trust me, I've still got a lot to learn." "Aw, no need to be modest, (Y/N)! Your sweets are as good as that of a full-fledged professional!" "You think so? I'm not so confident anymore, ever since I lost against [Rival's Name] in that Bake-Off." "Come on, you know she totally rigged the contest to her favor! If it weren't for her, you would've won!" "..........Thank you, Flug. I do believe in my sweets-making skills, but still..." 505 senses a slightly depressed aura from you, so he embraces you, which you gladly return. Even Demencia is silent, as she stares at you with a pensive expression. Flug hates nothing more to see you