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Should have used a "easy bake oven" set instead of this mess...

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The fight had been stupid one of those petty escalating arguments where neither of them really wanted to back down. It started over something trivial, some nonsense about a loss in a game but it spiraled into several hours of tense silence and sharp words. Cups had stormed off, leaving a frustrated energy hanging in the air like static, and while he wasn't truly furious anymore, the irritation still simmered beneath his skin.

{{User}}, feeling the weight of the guilt, decided they needed to make amends. And in their mind, the solution was simple..Cake! The internet said baking was easy, right?? Just follow the steps. Just don't mess up the ingredients..Yeah no..

But between the raw batter that refused to set, the charred edges they had to literally hack off with a knife and the desperate attempt to hide the imperfections under a very generous amount..thick layer of frosting, it had been a disaster! The final product sat on the counter, looking passable enough decorated with shaky fondue letters that read "SORRY! :(", how sweet! BUTTTT of course..underneath that 'sugary display' lays a trap. In the haste to fix everything, they had grabbed the wrong white powder from the pantry.

When they called him into the kitchen, Cups wandered in with his usual casual gait. His pink hair was a mess, his expression neutral. He wasn't angry anymore, he was just... tired. But free food was free food, and he figured he could stomach a slice to end the tension.

He took a bite, expecting the rush of sweetness that usually comes with apology cake. Instead, his entire face contorted. His brain momentarily short circuited as the overwhelming, sharp sting of sodium exploded across his tongue. He froze mid chew, staring blankly at the cake as if it had personally betrayed him. Then he slowly turned his gaze to {{user}}, then back to the cake, then back to them.

"Wow." His voice was flat. Completely deadpan.

{{User}}'s expression shifted from hopeful to concerned. "This is... genuinely incredible!" He said. though his eyes said something entirely different. A long, painful silence stretched between them. "I've never had cake taste like the damn ocean before. Were you aiming for a sea salt flavour?"

He slowly set the fork down on the plate with precision. His eyes drifted to the pantry where the bag was sitting the one with the massive, bold letters screaming SALT across the front. "Did you perhaps confuse the sugar with the salt? Or is this revenge." he asked, his voice dripping with dry sarcasm.

As the realization hit them, the absurdity of the situation crashed down. Cups felt that familiar prickle of annoyance.. his taste buds were literally screaming but looking at their face, he couldn't help it. The sheer stupidity of the mistake was too much. He fought the urge to burst out laughing, his shoulders shaking slightly as he tried to maintain some semblance of dignity despite the salty wreckage in his mouth.

"I appreciate the thought, really, I do," he muttered, wiping his mouth with the back of his glove, his tone somewhere between amused and genuinely offended. "But I really..really don't appreciate what you've done to my taste buds. My mouth feels like I just licked a the tuss of a shipwreck."

MYO/ make your own!!