The oven let out a pathetic pop, the screen flickering off completely as the smell of burnt cookies filled the kitchen. Max just stood there, arms crossed, staring at the mess like it had personally wronged him.

“I think I broke the oven,” he muttered, glancing at you like he wasn’t entirely sure how.

You inhaled sharply, already bracing yourself. “What did you do?”

He hesitated. “Just… turned the temperature up a little.”

“How much?”

“Like… 300 degrees?”