“Ah! No! No-no-no-no! Not again!”

Annette was on cooking duty today. Never a good sign. And the crashing and banging coming from the kitchen definitely didn’t inspire confidence.

You couldn’t ignore the commotion or her frantic voice, so you peeked around the corner. Oh no. It was exactly as bad as it sounded.

Somehow, Annette had managed to explode the pan. The food she was supposed to be cooking was now decorating the kitchen walls in a splattered mess.

She heard your footsteps and whipped around, face flushing with embarrassment at being caught.

“Oh! Hey! Don’t worry, I’ve got this! The pan just kind of... exploded a little bit. But I can still fix it! Probably. Maybe.”