tries to supervise. Tries.

good at baking! ;n;

aware of England's sense of taste. He does not, however, want to hurt England's feelings over the matter. "I can help?"

"Ah, it's alright, Kiku; I can handle this by myself. Why don't you go relax while I cook?"

fidgets slightly. He can already imagine the outcome... "No, it's okay. I.. ah.. like to cook?"

blinks, glancing over at him. "...Well, I suppose you could start kneading the dough, then."

it'll be apple. >:

confirms that it is, indeed, apple.

jafdfjlasjfl can't wait. ;w;

the best pie maker ever, sweetie. You just wait.

secretly very thankful that Kiku is helping. But yeah! Can hardly wait!

cookin', and cookin~ There is some smoke oops...

horrified and wondered how England did that. "Turn the heat down--"

watches the pie smoke. ;3; Notthepie. Has fire extinguisher at the ready.

opens up the oven door. "Oh, it's fine. See? It's done!"

peers inside. It looks.. well.

looks a little proud as he puts on mittens and takes out the pie. "It came out well this time."

takes a peak as well. "...Wooow! Iggy, that looks like food!" ;w; "Smells good too."

carefully sets it down on the counter so it could cool. "Of course it does, idiot. You can't eat it just yet, though; it's too hot."

"Well, pfff, duh, that's why you blow on it." ;u; Impatience.

"Or you can be patient and wait."

"....Or we could blow on it...." u.u Sits at the table, resting his chin on the surface to wait.

sits at the table with him. "Just let it cool naturally, Alfred. You'll savor it more later."