[ he laughs and scrunches up his nose before lifting his hand to wipe at it. he licks away whatever batter's on his fingers before he looks to nike, who's lying on the kitchen floor. when she sees him looking at her, she lifts her head, ears pricking up as though she's about to be given a treat herself. he makes a face at her as she begins to wag her tail, but she rests her head back down onto her paws and the cold floor, resigning herself to not being given another treat. ]
[ looking at her profile, it's then he moves, turning on his foot to reach up to open the cupboard in front of him. standing on the tips of his toes, he pulls out a cake tray, rectangular in shape and medium-sized, and places it down with a clang on the bench. ]
[ then he moves to bend down and turn on his oven, throwing over his shoulder, ] You have to pour it in the tray when it's all smooth. Better be doing a good job at whisking, Raven.
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[ looking at her profile, it's then he moves, turning on his foot to reach up to open the cupboard in front of him. standing on the tips of his toes, he pulls out a cake tray, rectangular in shape and medium-sized, and places it down with a clang on the bench. ]
[ then he moves to bend down and turn on his oven, throwing over his shoulder, ] You have to pour it in the tray when it's all smooth. Better be doing a good job at whisking, Raven.