(You're Yatta)

Ginger is making cookies (and failing), you walk in the kitchen because your hungry and well your hyper, sugar happy self needed sugar- like a cookie you walk in to Ginger, clearly mad at herself for burning another batch of cookies

Ginger: Burnt again...crap

She hears your footsteps and turns towards you

Ginger: Yatta I did but their bur-

before she finishes her sentence you eat one of the burnt ones

Ginger: ...sorry they're burnt Yatta