King Dice and Forkington were standing over a warm stove, the former beating eggs while the latter was measuring flour. Now, usually when one bakes a cake, they would have a recipe book on hand guiding them. However, these two didn't.
"Are you sure that this will work, my love?" Forkington asked cautiously.
"Oh, Silverton, trust me! I can bake a batch of brownies with my eyes closed! My mother taught me to follow your instinct with everything, even cooking!" the die-headed man, declared.
"Well, if you insist..." Forkington shrugged in response.
"Besides, nothing beats spending time together after a long hard week," Dice added, lovingly resting a hand on his partner's shoulder.
The fork and dice gazed at each other affectionately and edged towards each other to kiss when Forkington accidentally spilled the flour on Dice's shoe.
"Oh blast! Sorry!"
"Just get some more out of the cupboard, I wouldn't worry about it," he assured Forkington.
After finally baking the cake, both men sat down and prepared to eat it. Just as Dice bit into his slice, one of his teeth chipped off due to how hard it was.
All Forkington could do was wince in response and mutter, "Ouch..."