[Billy lifts a brow at that, getting out of the way and standing there like a surgeon with his arms lifted, caked in the guts of his failed culinary attempt.]

...Well, that explains why I wasn't getting anywhere with it. Cinnamon rolls baked with violent contempt probably aren't as appealing.

[He sticks close though, peering over Teddy's shoulder to watch what he does, a mixture of curiosity, fascination, and reluctance in his expression. Much as he might like to slink off in defeat, he figures he at least has to be a part of the baking process for it to count.]