Sasha followed the enticing scent of nutmeg and cinnamon into the kitchen, the warm glow a juxtaposition from the cold rain she had been soaked in moments ago.

Inside, Anetra carefully cradled the bowl, tongue poking from her lips, focusing on the cake mixture she stirred.

“Carrot cake?”

Anetra chuckled, glancing up. “Apple. Your favourite.”

Sasha grinned. “Can I help?”

“You can take the leaf out,” Anetra smirked.

“Leaf?” Sasha glanced down. “What leaf?”

Anetra reached towards Sasha’s hair, eyes twinkling with mirth. “This leaf!”