Markus didn’t know. Chocolate was supposed to make happy, right?
“Something with chocolate? Anything that I can make.”, he just wanted to make something good. He wanted to do anything good. It didn’t help that this month’s heat should start soon-ish.Bing hummed to himself as he searched through his recipes, searching for anything chocolate related.
[I’ve got chocolate cupcakes, cakes, cookies. Do you want me to send them to you?]
If Bing knew what was going on with Markus, he would have asked to come over and help Markus bake, that or just send him food and blankets. Anything that might help the omega.
“Cupcakes. Just the cupcakes please.”, he couldn’t mess up cupcakes, could he? He’d just make a small batch, and try until they were good. He still had chocolate here, good chocolate. He knew it was good, so he hoped that the cupcakes would be good too. Good ingredients were important, and they had good ingredients! He so hoped he could make something good.
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