I owe Gogurt a cake.

"Hello?" Gray said, looking into the bakery.

It was a mess, naturally, after making all those cakes. The baker dusted powdered flour and sugar off her hands as she went to the front desk. Gray could even tell what her galaticdust color was; she was that covered in white.

"Hello, cake for Blue again?" she asked.

"No, it's for Gogurt," Gray said. He saw the eyes of the baker snap open.

"Not aaagain," she whined.

"Well, I was going to help?" Gray said.

"Oh, you're actually going to help?" the baker asked, perking up.

"Yeah," Gray said. "Have people… not been helping?"

"People?" the baker squeaked.

"Other Krys," Gray corrected.

"Oh," the baker said. "Right. Krys. Where did… nevermind. Alright, what color, what flavor? Please don't say 'pick for me,' that never goes well."

"Pink and strawberry," Gray replied.

"Oh! Okay! If you'd please step behind the counter and we can get this cake going!"

Gray did so.

"Gogurt's been having a lot of cakes delivered," the baker said. "Or, rather, Gogurt's been getting a lot of cakes. I can't imagine why. Maybe they just like Gogurt? Maybe some sort of being has… oop, careful with the milk! We only need a cup more, not five! Hehe, anyways, I don't know why so many people have been ordering Gogurt cake. Gogurt makes pretty decent cakes I hear- no no no, don't crack the egg against the bowl; do it against the counter, like last time. There you go! Now, hold it over that bowl and separate the yolk from the white! We need a little more yolks than whites! Anyways, Gogurt makes pretty decent cakes. They could bake all the cakes they've been getting! Nope nope, that's icing! Anyways, I need to pour the cake batter into a baking tin, and then, when the cake is done in the oven, I'll ice it and you can come back, okay?"

Gray looked at his floury, eggy, doughy hands and tried his best to keep the flour out of his eyes (as the core is very hot and flour is very flammable).

"Oh, you should probably use the sink," the baker said, "Doughy hands are nobody's friend!"

…

Knock knock

Gray stood, holding the pink strawberry cake. The door opened.

"Gogurt?" said a cat-like Kry, their eyes dots, their core probably black.

"Are you Gogurt?" Gray asked.

"Gogurt!" they responded.

"I'll… take that as a yes," Gray said. "I have a strawberry cake for you."

"Gogurt! Gogurt!" Gogurt shouted, grabbing the cake with one hand and yanking Gray into the house with the other. "Goooogurt!"

It seemed like the house was decorated for a party. A confetti machine made confetti at a quick rate. Streamers shimmered on the ceiling. A hill of gifts wobbled on a table.

"Gogurt!" Gogurt exclaimed, shoving a gift onto Gray.

"Uh, thanks?" Gray said. He cautiously opened the box.

A blue cake with "To: Grey" written on it with icing.

Thank you," Gray said. The second gift he had received.

"Gogurt!" Gogurt said. Gogurt grabbed an invite from a stack and placed it on top of Gray's cake.

"Opening party?" Gray asked.

"Gogurt," Gogurt said, nodding.

"I'll try to attend. Thank you for the-"

"GOGURT!" Confetti landed on Gray and the cake. "Gogurt gogurt?"

"Thank you?" Gray said.

"Gogurt gogurt!" Gogurt said.

Gray had no idea if that was a party or a prank.