Rise
It was supposed to be easy. The ingredients were there. Maybe the amounts could be a bit difficult, depending on what sort of outcome was wanted. But mixing them together was not hard at all. And pouring it out into the pan.
The most difficult part was waiting for the cake while it baked.
He leaned against the counter at the opposite side of the kitchen, watching the oven.
There were some things he would wait for. He would wait for everything.
There was just some things he did not want to wait for. Sometimes he would voice that, other times he would not, but he would still wait.
He had said the same thing to Hungary.
She had smiled sadly at him.
Oh, but baking a cake was supposed to be easy. It was not.
The only easy part of a cake was, after finally having it, eating it.
Then it was gone.