Skwisgaar's son was a lot like Skwisgaar, in that way. Soren, however, was fragile and beautiful, but at least didn't hide it under airs and stoic behavior. Toki smiled and hugged Soren as well, sniffling, himself. "Good, I knows how to make good toppings with 'em, but it uses a whole lots of sugar. Don't tells your dad." He stood up after unwinding from Soren, offering him a hand up. "You sometimes reminds me of him way a whole lots." He smirked and started off to the kitchen, shedding his coat, his hair finally coming down to the bottom of his shoulderblades. He would eventually cut it short, but for that moment, Toki liked to relive the days he wore his hair long. He'd cut it short once he realized that short, sticky fingers could grab the ends and tug awfully.
"You can helps mix up de batters. I knows you can does that much. Even Torii can does dat."