Cooking Catastrophe

“Alright, Jake,” Sunday announced, standing in the middle of the mansion’s gleaming luxury kitchen. “Today, you’re going to learn how to cook—and we’re filming everything.”

“I don’t even need to cook,” you said, pointing at the personal chef prepping something in the background.

Eliana waved you off. “Come on, it’s for the channel. Fans want to see their favorite little brother fail spectacularly.”

“And we’re here to guide you,” Demitra added with a smirk, already setting up bowls and measuring cups. “This is what big sisters are for.”

The cameras rolled as Sunday handed you an apron. “First lesson: always measure everything perfectly.”

You tried your best to follow their instructions, but it didn’t help that they were constantly hovering over you. “No, no, not like that!” Eliana scolded when you grabbed the wrong measuring cup.

“Seriously, Jake, it’s not rocket science,” Sunday teased, nudging you aside to fix your mistake.

Eventually, you were tasked with making dessert. “Just add the sugar to the bowl,” Demitra said, pointing at a container.

You scooped out a generous amount and dumped it in. But as you stirred, all three of them froze.

“Wait,” Sunday said, grabbing the container. “Jake… that wasn’t sugar.”

“What?” you asked, confused.

“That was salt!” Eliana burst out, laughing so hard she nearly dropped the camera.

“You just made salted cookies!” Demitra laughed, leaning against the counter for support.

You groaned, but their laughter was contagious. “Well, you were supposed to label the containers!” you shot back, trying to defend yourself.

Sunday wiped a tear from her eye. “This is officially a fail.’ Fans are gonna love this.”

By the end of the session, the kitchen was a complete mess—flour everywhere, chocolate smears on the counters, and a pile of dirty dishes.

“Before we clean this up,” Demitra said, pulling out her phone, “we need a selfie with the disaster.”