PrimevalIsMyName

“Wow! They look so good mama!” the little girl beamed as she watched her mother take out the puffs from the oven. Witnessing PokePuffs come out fresh from the oven was one of the simple privileges of being a baker’s daughter that (y/n) enjoyed to the fullest. She loved watching her mother make new creations, especially since she was usually the one to taste-test them. “I’m so glad you think so (y/n)!” her mother said smiling, placing the pastries on a small rack to cool, “I’ve put my homemade jams into this batch, I thought it would be nice to have puffs with a more fruity taste to it.”