He can only hear the lower notes over the sounds of the mixing, but he likes it well enough. He lays his chin on his arms and his arms upon the table. When he hears the mixing end, he stands to inspect his work.

"Easy, see? Once the recipe is in your mind, you should be able to make it in minutes flat."

He stands nearly shoulder to shoulder with Steven as he explains the proper technique for making the cookies all perfectly sized and spaced. After a moment, his thoughts float back to the music.

"...What was that song you were singing?"