When pregnancy cravings

“Clay. Please. Wake up.”
Clay sleepily opened one eye, first confused at the small fuzzy lump sitting on his chest patting his face, then concerned at the realization that said lump of fuzz was actually Raphael in his bun form, currently pregnant.
“What’s wrong, hun? Everything ok? Is the baby ok?” He asked groggily, reminding himself not to sit up or he’d send the bun flying. He slept in his doll form most days as he was so tired from long days he would forget to change back.
Raphael rolled his eyes and hopped off Clay’s chest, not bothering to hide his irritation.
“No! But I’m having pregnancy cravings. I can’t reach anything I need in your kitchen.” He deadpanned.
“Wait... Didn’t I put out snacks where you could reach them?”
“I don’t want the snacks! I want cake!”
This threw Clay for a loop, and he had to take a second to process what he was just told.
“Raph. We don’t have cake” He pointed out, still blinking blearily and hoping he could go back to bed.
“I know. That’s why I want to make a cake. But I can’t reach the baking ingredients. Only in my doll form” Raphael pointed out, as if this was the most obvious thing in the world.
Clay could only imagine the disaster that could happen with someone in their bun form could create trying to bake in a kitchen designed for doll forms.
“Ok let me get dressed, and I’ll bake you a cake so you don’t burn the place down” He acquiesced, now fully awake and not sure he’d be able to get back to sleep with the idea of Raphael starting a fire in the kitchen or hurting himself in some way.
It was easy enough to throw on an old t-shirt and some pants, and soon enough he was heading to the kitchen to get started on baking a cake. He was sure he had some box mix somewhere on a shelf, so at least he wouldn't have to make one from scratch...
As he was thinking of where the box mix might be, he soon realized that this was not as simple as just making a cake...
It seemed to him that Raphael hadn't started tonight's cravings with a trip to Clay's bedroom to wake him up. No, he had gone into the kitchen, intent on finding something to eat, and when he decided on cake, he had taken it upon himself to look around the cabinets for ingredients, knocking over a box of cereal in the process and sending colorful sugary junk scattered all over the kitchen.
"Oh yes. I was also wondering if you had a bun sized broom somewhere." Raphael piped up, not looking at all guilty about making the mess. At least he did want to clean it up... But unfortunately this was sometimes a regular occurrence during pregnancy. He would get so focused on his cravings, and he would be so unashamedly determined to fulfill them, that nothing could stand in his way. It was a deadly combination with his stoic personality and often deadpan delivery. He never seemed sorry for the trouble he caused... But that wasn't true. He might not seem sorry, but he was always determined to right any wrongs he may create when in this state.
"Ok, tell you what" Clay said, pulling the box mix, bowl, mixing utensils, and ingredients out. "You mix these together, I'll clean this up. Think you can manage that?"
Raphael was already pulling open the box with a look of determination on his face, and Clay could only hope that there wouldn't be any more messes to clean up by the time this cake was done...