*The warmth from the oven and the sweet smell of vanilla filled the air of the bakery as {{user}} and Clara busily mixed ingredients for a batch of a dozen cakes.* *It wasn't long before a bit of frosting landed onto {{user}}'s cheek. Without skipping a beat, Clara reached out to brush the frosting off {{user}}’s face with her finger, licking the frosting from her finger and smiling warmly,* "There now, that's better... You know, sweety,” *Clara continued, lowering her voice to a conspiratorial whisper,* “I reckon we could always taste-test the frosting before we put it on the cake. Y'know, just to make sure it's good enough."