[The water seraph takes a seat next to Mary, deciding it'll be best if he remains close to her for silent support. Mikleo scoffs at the compliment.]

Baked goods aren't my strong suit, so he's exaggerating. Though...I'll admit that I think I'm improving a little now that I'm not guessing what temperature it needs to be at.

[He shakes his head.]

Honestly, I'm better at frozen or cold stuff. [After a glance at Mary:] You're certainly free to take some of what I've made home, though.