Violet was not all that talented at cooking or baking or crafts, but sometimes she tried, at least. And this past week, she'd had an urge. Namely, Aldrich had given her an urge to... She didn't even know what really! She was still nursing a terrible crush on him and as they worked together, she couldn't help but notice all the little things about him. And this past week something had definitely been off. Gone had been the light flirting that had become their norm, and while he kept himself professional and friendly, he had clearly been distracted as she had struggled through writing the last few songs for the upcoming album.

And so she had found herself spending the afternoon attempting to make muffins. She didn't know why. It was like an impulse, though, and so she had gone with it. Finally, now evening, with a batch that hadn't burnt nor started on fire (though they were hideous) cooling in the kitchen, she'd cleaned up with a few swipes of her wand (there was so much flour - everywhere!) and showered. She changed into a comfortable flannel and had put her hair in a casual side plait, and then before long she found herself at Aldrich's flat's front door, biting her lip nervously.

She didn't even know if he liked muffins. Let alone awful ones. She hadn't even thought to taste one to see if they were edible.

But this is what friends did, right? When someone wasn't feeling well? Maybe he was sick. Or depressed. Then again, Vi hadn't ever brought misshapen muffins or burnt biscuits to Rae or Coira... Not even to her sisters.

But before she could run herself off, she put on a small (unsure, if you asked her) smile, and knocked on his door, holding the tray of muffins in front of her as if it were a shield.