you were leaning against the counter in the loud’s kitchen, looking at one of the recipes you had saved on your phone. you were interrupted shortly after by lynn rushing into the kitchen, opening the fridge roughly. you jumped slightly, looking up from your phone. lynn slammed the fridge door closed, empty handed. she looked over at you and upon noticing you staring at her, she raised her brows. “are you.. okay?” you asked, a bit apprehensively. “i’m fine.” she rolled her eyes. “really? cause you don’t seem fine.” you spoke, your voice slightly more quiet now. “what do you mean?” she was clearly annoyed. “well, when you start slamming stuff, that usually means you’re not happy.” you spoke. “whatever. why are you just in here anyway?” she asked. “well, since you asked so nicely,” you started, sarcastically. “i’m baking.” you finished. “baking? you bake?” lynn seemed less annoyed and a tad bit curious now. “yes, i do, actually.” you replied, crossing your arms. “huh, well, that’s surprising.” lynn shrugged. “what, no- it’s not-“ you fumbled over your words, a bit offended she really was surprised at the fact you bake. “for your information, baking is one of my hobbies. i do it here and there and i also bake a mean apple crumble.” you leaned back against the counter, glaring at her with your arms still crossed. she nodded. “perhaps i’ll stay in here then. just watch you.” she set her bag down, hopping up on the counter and sitting. “yeah, okay, because that doesn’t sound super creepy or anything.” you shook your head, going back to looking at your recipe. she just scoffed, but seemed to be watching you intently.