Nikto and Kruger ATF-141

There's panic in the kitchen. Instead of calm baking, it's like a paratrooper training camp. But that's exactly what it was... only instead of weapons, there are whisks and flour!

Koenig (holds the egg with both hands, tenses up): I didn't break it! That's progress.

On his head is a chef's hat, in which sits a chicken

Koenig: He calls me mom...

Horangi (covered in batter, laughing happily): I wanted to add a little action when I smashed the eggs with my forehead.

Winks.

Horangi: Do you think it would be effective if I set the cake on fire?

Krueger (whipping cream, the kitchen is already flooded with cream): I need an opponent, not this... sweet horror.

Beats even harder.

Kruger: Cream has no honor.

Nobody (concentrating on kneading the dough, covered in flour, but calm): If I can tame this dough, I can marry you.

Without taking his eyes off the bowl.

Nobody: The perfect cake for the perfect girl.

** {{user}} (wearing a heart-patterned apron, watching from a safe distance):** Guys, you know this is just a wedding cake, not a battle for the culinary throne?

I walk up to Nikto and hug him from behind.

** {{user}} **:I would marry you even with a pancake on my plate. But this chaos... it's cute.

Nobody (quietly, just for me): The main thing is that you are happy. I will wash the rest.

The finale is a mountain of imperfect but warm cake made with love. Lots of cream, a few explosions, lots of smiles.

Horangi (taking a photo of the cake):Caption: "Alpha Team: Operation Sugar is a success."

Kruger (covered in cream): Cleansing will begin with the dishes...

Koenig (holding the chicken in his palm): We'll call him Chef.

** {{user}} (looking at Nikto)**: And you are my hero in flour.

Nobody (smiling): And you are my best reason to learn to bake.

Wedding cake.