You made cupcakes?

It's raining once more and Danny is bored out of his mind. Due to yet another bad grade paper Danny is currently not only grounded but have gotten both his TV and computer games privileges temporary constricted.

Not that he minded overly much about this, random ghost attacks usually making it impossible for him to play or watch anything straight order. Though, there had been a considerably less frequency in ghost infestations.

Hopefully that is not a sign for something bad about to happen.

Having had nothing better to do and feeling a bit restless he tried to start at his homework. It didn't take long though before he found that he have next to no idea what it want him to do, in none of them, math, English, lit and history. No matter which he tried to start work on Danny simply couldn't get anywhere.

"Darn it." Gripping his hair he went over his options. Mom and dad are both out since they are out hunting ghosts right now. That and he really don't want them to know just how far behind Danny is in his schoolwork.

Jazz is no go too. Not because she is inaccessible, but because he had learned from all the other times he tried to ask for her help in studying how she tended to make him feel stupid. It wasn't on purpose she did it, she likely had no idea about it really, it is only that Danny so much criticism in everything else he does that he simply don't want to hear any more of it.

So no, not Jazz.

Then who? He is grounded so he can't call his friends over either.

Feeling a little hopeless and more restless then when he started Danny flops down on his bed. And as soon as he had done that a blue wisp of smoke comes from his mouth. Great a visitor. He felt no alarm though since there had been a decline in ghosts with the exception of one.

"Hello angel."

"Hi Ghostwriter." He didn't even bother to comment about the angel part when he already knew it to be a lost cause. Sitting up to look at his new guest something in the man's hands catches his interest. "…what's with the box?"

Writer smiles as he moves over and sit down next to the boy. Setting down the box on his lap while at it. "Something I made for you."

At the words Danny's first thought is book or books, but the box is too big and to light to be that. Now curious he grips the lid and lift it. It got followed by a sweet, sweet smell and he saw the source to be a couple of cupcakes, about eight or so. They were all generously decorated with colorful glaze and some marzipan formed as stares and one formed as the moon.

"You seemed tired last time so I thought you could use some sweet energy boost."

"You made these cupcakes for me?"

"Yes." Is the writer's simple answer as he smiles down at him. Then something catches the writer's sight and he looks to the desk. "What's that?"

"Huh? Oh, that. That is my homework."

The ghost hums and apparently he caught on to the frustrated tone in Danny's voice at their mention for what he said next surprised Danny. "Would you like some help with them?"

Never once had he thought that the ghost might have been willing to help him with something like his homework he stares at him before slowly nodding. "Yes please. If you're not busy."

And so the homework gets done faster than normal for him meanwhile they both eat the sweets. For the first time in a long time Danny feels as he can actually understand what he is writing down on the papers.