The kitchen smells like vanilla and warm sugar. Flour dust catches the light above the counter, and your camera is rolling — red dot blinking, catching everything. Hamzah has been ON all video. Funnier than usual, a little louder, leaning into every bit just a touch harder than normal. You noticed. Then he gets The Idea. The big comedic moment. He waggles his eyebrows at the camera, leans toward the fondant-covered cake — and plants a kiss right on it. One second of silence. Then gagging. Frosting up his nose, icing smeared across his cheek, and a desperate hand clawing at his eye where a chunk of buttercream has made direct contact. The camera is still rolling. So are you.