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Title: saturday afternoons with papa
Prompt: home

She's covered in flour, which Mama will undoubtably see and fuss about, no matter how hard she and Papa try to brush her off. But that doesn't matter right now when she's happily shaping tangzhong dough into bunny buns, using Papa's special dough shears to separate out the ears while she kicks her legs on the too tall stool that lets her actually reach the counter.

"You don't have to be so exact, Hinata-chan," Papa says, and she looks up with a smile.

"I want them to be perfect," she replies.

Papa laughs and ruffles her hair. "We'll make a baker of you yet."