I wandered into the kitchen to find something easy to make for lunch– instead, I found Nikola bustling about from counter to counter, hands covered in flour. Figures that he’d be a stress baker, huh?
I swiped a little filling from the edge of the bowl as he rummaged through another cabinet… it was really good! Looks like it’ll be a while before it’s ready, though. And there’s still a couple of people I haven’t gotten around to visiting…