Three Months Later...
Brock guzzled a Red Bull as he dry-crunched some oat bran squares. "Honey, want some?"
Ash, the recently crowned Pokemon Master was removing a hot chocolate cake from it's heat source. He yelped as he burned his wrist on the lip of the ceramic oven.
"Would you stop shouting at me?" Ash snarled at his Brocky-rocky.
"Ashy-boy, you are moving into your negative space now."
He was definately nervous, as the Pokemon Master never baked unless his was really really nervous about something. And Brocky had an idea about what that was...
"That's about five chocolate cakes right now. One with pudding, one with sour cream, one with chocolate chips and one with peanut butter."
Ash stopped smearing cream into the batter.
Brock jumped into the pause and said, "Are you done using up all the cocoa powder in Kanto in your nervous state?"
"I am not nervous!"
"Are too!"
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Am not!"
"Yes, you are, my Ashy-boy never bakes unless he is really worked up about something. So shoot!" Brock licked the chocolate frosting off of Ash's cheek and grinned.
"What should I wear to Jesse's wedding?" Ash asked as he shoved the final bundt pan into the full oven...