It’s not that Soren hates baking, it’s just- Okay, he’s a liar, he despises baking. As in he would rather run three miles than ever willingly touch a baking sheet. Soren just doesn’t have the patience, not really. He’d rather _do_ something. Not sit and wait.

Yet here he is. Because the world would rather screw him over.

Who is he kidding, it’s for a good cause. Something he wants to support. He’s just tired. He’s making something for a bake sale. One where all the proceeds get donated to charities who really need them. The part he regrets is that he did _not_ think this through.

For example: His siblings have been harassing him all morning for a taste. Soren has yet to give in. They’re older, he should be harassing them! Not the other way around. And that’s not even the worst part.

The worst part is that his ankles decided to give up on him some time between going to sleep and waking up. Decidedly, the ankle braces are _not _working. So he’s been hobbling around the kitchen for far too long.

His siblings are no help. They never are. He’s not giving them _any_ of his bakes goods for their cruel treatment. They can make their own if they’re really that desperate.

Soren doesn’t mean that. Well, maybe a little.

So maybe it’s not that he regrets volunteering. It was something to do. Something to keep his mind off the aching in his body. It’s more so that he regrets the consequences of it.

Forget the three miles, the way his ankles feel? Soren’s pretty sure he ran eight. He didn’t even do that much, yet everything hurts. He should rest. He doesn’t want too.

It takes one of his siblings practically wrestling him into bed for Soren to even _think_ that maybe lying down is in fact a good idea. His body aches. It’s not that he regrets it, he’s just….

Really _really_ tired.