Victor leans his face into the touch on his cheek before shaking his head quickly. "Oh no no, I'm supposed to make it for you. You can't make your own cake!"

He flicks some flour at Yuuri to shoo him away, laughing lightly. "Why don't you go ahead and sit down. Or, I know, here, if you really want to help."

He passes the bowl of batter over, since he was clearly having trouble. "I'm supposed to whisk that to a certain consistency but I don't know what your mother wrote to be honest. She did her best..."