(Name) took out a bag of flour and sugar, two eggs, vanilla extract and a few other things along with a mixer. It was one of those days. You know, the days where you wake up one morning and have the urge to do something? In this case, (Name) decided to bake a cake. Not for any reason in particular, just because.
Just as she was pouring some flour into the bowl, a small hand began to tug on her jeans. Looking down, she saw that the small hand belonged to Lambo.
"Ne, ne, (Name)-san what are you doing?" He asked.
She smiled. "I'm making a cake."
Lambo's eyes lit up at that. "Can Lambo help?"
The girl paused for a moment. She didn't want to hurt Lambo's feelings, but the last time he tried to "help", chaos ensued along with a few minor injuries here and there. But still...
"Sure, you can help."
The five year-old cheered and help measure the spices and mix the bowl. Before (Name) could put the cake in the oven however, Lambo reached into his afro and pulled out a few pieces of candy.
"The cake looks boring". Upon saying that, he unwrapped the candy and threw them into the batter.
Even though she told him before that it was supposed to look like that, he insisted that cakes were supposed to be colorful, not just one shade. But it didn't stop there. After throwing in the candy, Lambo added marshmallows, chocolate chips, and more candy.
"Okay, (Name)-san, you can throw Lambo's cake into the oven now."
'His cake?' It was better not to argue with him, so she just set the timer and told him to wait for a little while.
During the wait (Name) cleaned the bowls, mixer, and everything else she used. Lambo demanded that she let him assist her, so she pulled up a stool, and watched as he simply threw the dishes into the soap filled sink then them out, drying them individually and ignoring the pieces of batter that were still there. She tried to get Lambo to let her wash the dishes again (and correctly this time) but he snatched the plate away from her and said that they were fine just the way they were. A little while later the timer went off and (Name) pulled the cake out of the oven.
"See (Name)-san? It looks prettier now!"
She tried to see pass the strange colored object in front of her. The candy and other decorative topping had mixed together in the baking process, creating a cake that had a color and design that could not be described.
Lambo looked fairly proud of his work. "Ne, (Name)-san, cut a piece."
She did and placed it in front of him.
He stared at her for a moment. "Silly, (Name), this is for you, not Lambo. And to make sure no one touches it," Lambo reached into his afro yet again and placed a piece of paper next to the cake. "There."
(Name) looked at the note and smiled it read 'This cake was made by Lambo and belongs to (Name)-san. Don't touch it or Lambo will beat you up.'
A/N: Onee-chan can see Lambo doing that :3