Milo had been at work in an empty culinary classroom for hours now, and showing absolutely no sign of slowing down or stopping. He'd been doing all the food for the events he'd been hosting himself. Nothing purely store bought and unchanged, homemade baked goods and candy creation rate possibly excessive. He just wanted to make people happy, and offer them something worth more than any posters or buttons, which he'd been largely avoiding for this race. He had a skill in cooking, and particularly, in sweets, Fae tastebuds making him more drawn and attuned to them.
He hadn't been going out of his way to tell others the details on how much time he spent on this, or asking anyone else for help. Their moral support alone already meant a lot to him, and anything further was near overwhelming. He was very touched, and it was hard to know what to do with the attention and affection. It only made him more blindly determined to do right by them and put in every bit of effort he had in him.
Currently, it was getting a bit dark outside, and Milo was doing cake decoration. He had a bunny themed one in progress, and he thought it was coming along, well, preciously. He couldn't help but squish his cheeks in a moment of weakness when looking over his own creation.