baking was never your strong suit, and to be honest— you’d never admit that to shoko. considering how this was bonding time, and you haven’t seen her in months; maybe staying silent would be the best option. — hopefully, just hopefully something doesn’t happen. and for whatever reason, your thoughts were ignited, and ignored.

initially while you scrolled on the phone, forgetting about the cake in the oven you prompted to make for halloween, and it was sweet; until you smelt smoke and something burning. so you ran to the oven and it steamed.

shoko decided to investigate from the couch in the living room, and to no surprise— she found you. irritation gleamed in her as she’d reinstate, ”tell me next time you make brownies, so you don’t burn the damn kitchen down.”