When Elena walked into the bakery, she'd been half-expecting to hear a lot of yelling and crashing behind the counter again. Especially since Sylvester seemed bent on learning how to bake a cake, even though he obviously didn't know the first thing about being in a kitchen. The silence was a bit eerie.

"Excuse me," she said under her breath, as she took the liberty of ducking under the counter to enter the back area of the bakery, where she assumed only employees were allowed normally. But somehow, this (all of this) was far from normal, so it could probably be excused.

What she saw was... surprising.

Elena leaned against the doorway to the kitchen in silence, as she watched Sylvester absorbed in his work, icing a massive cake that she was pretty sure he hadn't known how to do a few days ago. Unless he'd been ridiculously modest, which, coming from him, was doubtful. All in all, this was pretty suspicious.

"You learn fast," she said out loud, both eyebrows raised.