[b] Zivon [/b]

 “Wow you’re really pulling out all the stops...this looks amazing” Crash complimented him, as he had heard, he blushed a little. No one ever complimented except for his dad. “Th-anks..." He muttered out as he continued with filling the first base of the cake with lightly lemon scented cream. “So you’re really into this then? Cooking, baking the such?" Crash asked, Zivon nodded his head, he pulled out in of the bags of ingredients a box of some strawberries for the topping. 

" Ya...I ha-d to cook for m-y dad when I wa-s stil-l you so I gu-ess I gre-w a ha-bit out of it." His stomached twisted a little as he mentioned his dad, no matter what the homesickness was still getting to him. " I prac-ticaly do mo-st of the wor-k at ho-me so I am not both-er with doi-ng all of th-is." he sighed as he ignored the twisted feeling in his stomach.