After the whole fracturing my arm thing I left the infirmary smiling to myself like an idiot, gaining sideways glances from a few people and a very annoyed glance from Ganondorf. If he doesn't like seeing me happy then that's his problem.

When I got back to the room Zellie was still nowhere to be found which was really weird. Normally she would be waiting for me in the dorm or at the front of the classroom when we're dismissed.Well she was waiting for me in the hallway but after that I went to go ask Rosalina if I could get an extension for one of my books (It's a really good book about a girl who has to choose what group she wants to be in but she fits in three and she chooses the group that does a bunch of crazy stuff).

After she left, that was the last time that I saw her today. I was looking for her earlier when Ganon pushed me. Finding her would be like looking for the perfect shade of pink in a store that only sells pink stuff.

Well at least I can take a nap for a while until she comes to the room.

The moment my body hits the bed a slight knock at the catches my attention.

"Finally Zellie, you took so long that I was kinda worried about you" I called out to the person on the other side of the door.

When the door swung open it revealed none other that...Ike???

"Uh, hey Peach. I haven't seen Zelda all day but if you're busy then I'll leave you alone so you can look for her" Ike said, turning to leave.

"No, it's fine. She'll probably come eventually, anyways what was it that you wanted?"

"Oh well," he began, scratching his head nervously. "I uh...wanted to know if you could teach me how to bake something new like maybe a pie or something but I didn't realize your...arm..."

"Oh yea, that," I said, looking down at my casted arm. "Well it's not like it's broken or anything. I may not be able to bake but I could always supervise you and verbally help if you don't mind."

"Are you sure? I mean, didn't Dr. Mario tell you to rest or something?"

"No. Actually he didn't. All he said was 'I'm giving you a soft cast, you have to try not to get it wet at all costs'. He never said anything like 'Peach you can't bake or cook at all because the cast makes you disabled'."

At that Ike perked up a bit.

"So, even though you're hurt, you'll still help me," he asked a little too excitedly, making him seem like a kid in a candy store.

"Yes, that means I'll help," I said, unable to contain the chuckle building up inside me.

I stood up and started walking towards the door, with a overly excited Ike waiting for me, grabbing my "big book of baking" on the way out.

I barely even made it out in I the hallway before Ike started walking off in the direction of the kitchen.

I think it's really cute how Ike is like a little child under that gruff exterior of his. He just seems really child-like and happy about doing something that most boys would never think of even doing.

In a only a little bit of time I managed to convince myself that I have a crush on Ike, I mean he's really nice, fun, and seems to really enjoy my company a lot. He's also really sweet too for caring about my arm and how I felt even though he wanted me to help him bake something. So far I never had any problems with Ike either so I can't just say he wouldn't deserve my time because of something he did.

I was so lost in my thoughts about Ike that I didn't notice that we were already at the kitchen and stumbled over him. With one quick movement he caught me around the waist, stopping my fall.

He has quick reflexes too, gotta add that one to my list too.

When I don't say anything he just stares at me for a moment, like he's trying to decide what to say before just simply asking if I'm alright.

I mentally sigh before responding. "Yea, thanks to you I am," I said, smiling as he let go of my waist and we walked into the kitchen together.

"So Ike, what do you want to make today," I asked, putting my recipe book on the table before sitting down across from him.

"I don't know," he said, flipping through some of the pages before stopping somewhere near the middle. "How about this?"

I looked over his shoulder at the cake he was pointing at. "Marble cake," I asked, raising an eyebrow. "Are sure this is the cake that you want to do?"

When he nods I just shrug and went back to sit down.

I gotta hand it to him, he's determined too.

"If you need my help then I'll just be sitting here. Marble cake can be pretty tricky at times, I remember my first time making it, what a disaster that turned out to be, so anyways, make sure you do ask for help if you need it, alright?"

"Alright, but I think I can probably handle this cake, I mean, how hard can it be" he said confidently.

Ah, and a confident baker.

About an hour later Ike was taking the cake out of the oven and the kitchen looked like a whirlwind came through it while someone was making pudding or something. I'm honestly not going to even question how he got batter on the ceiling.

As he was taking the cakes out of the pans and icing them I noticed something honestly shocking: THE CAKE CAME OUT PERFECT!!!!

Forget him being a confident baker, he's a SKILLED baker...

Just as I finished my thought a very pleased Ike turned around, showing off his creation.

"So, what do you think Peach," he asked, obviously waiting for my approval.

"It's PERFECT" I replied.

...just like you...

He seemed almost shocked with my response and very excitedly turned around to pick up the cake then stopped, turning back to me. "Do you want some before I go?"

I thought for a second then shook my head. "You made it yourself and as a fellow chef I can make some anytime, you should do whatever you want with that one."

"Alright, thanks," he said, picking up the cake and walking out of the kitchen. "I hope Samus will like this cake since she liked everything else. Bye Peach, thanks for everything!"

"No problem Ike," I called out to him, smiling as he disappeared around the edge of the doorframe and made his way down the hallway.

WAIT WHAT...

...SAMUS...