A/n: Home is where the food is. I think you all know what's coming next. XD

Cole loved cake. Cole loved his home. Cole loved all his friends as if they were family. Cole loved his girlfriend. Cole loved his dad. The author could continue on for hours and hours. But, instead, let's just say that Cole is a cinnamon roll. (That rhymed!)

A cinnamon roll, that, loved to eat (or try to eat) everything. He would eat literally anything that was edible, no matter how bad it tasted. (That explains his cooking lol)

However, there was only one food that he held closest to his heart. Cake. It was the very meaning of tasteful cooking, with such fine texture that even Gordon Ramsay would not be able to find fault with it.

It was the very soul of perfection, with just the right balance of beauty and taste. It was like a masterpiece of culinary arts at it's finest. The smooth way the icing is applied, the way the main cake base is baked, the way every bite tastes fresh, sweet and delicious, made it perfection.

In short, for Cole, home is where the food is.

Or rather, where the cake is.

A/n: Okay. I just described cake using fancy adjectives in a whole more than 200 words.

Welp, gotta go check that off my bucket list-