Do you remember the story of Chicken Little? "Who will help me bake the bread" and all that? Well, bread-baking last week went kind of like that, and Colter was the creature who wouldn't help with anything, except for eating it. Though he was sure to tell Daddy he baked it when he got home.
I put some dough in his little loaf pan he got for Christmas from Memere and Popper, and he was thrilled with "his" bread.
Which is good, because it kept him away from mine.