You were currently in a kitchen with your friends. Baking a..cake? Apparently? Aristotle was making the batter, getting flour all over his face. Blinking in confusion as they did so. Billie was stealing a taste of the batter whenever Aristotle wasn't looking, also stealing practically any snack they could get their grubby little paws on. Barnaby was eating pure sugar, (literally, who let him have the bag of sugar?) Fantoccio wasn't helping at all, and Elaine was watching from afar also not helping.