When Luna had asked him to bake a cake with her, Harry had imagined her doing most of the work. After all, he had never tried it before! And she was the one who asked him, not the other way around.
Still, here he was, whipping eggs and flour and who knows what other ingredients together in a glass bowl. At least he only had to combine everything- it was hard to mess up.
Luna, wearing an apron covered in flour, washed her hands in the sink. And hour before, when she had declared she needed his help, he hadn't expected baking. She measured sugar and cocoa powder, adding it to her chocolate icing.
She looked up at Harry. "It should be done," she said lightly. "Here, mix this." They swapped bowls and Luna poured the batter into a buttered cake pan. She opened the pre-heated oven and slid the pan in before closing it securely.
The tinkle of wind chimes started up, and Harry closed his eyes, savoring the breeze from the open window. Summer was too hot of a season to have the oven on, but once Luna got an idea in her head there was no stopping her.
Soon the icing was mixed and Harry placed it in the refrigerator.
An hour or so later, Luna pulled the cake from the oven, slathered it with icing, and turned to smile gently at him.
...he supposed baking was alright.
