“You don't know how to cook?!” Was what you first said once Raphael told you sheepishly that he, in fact, was not joking when he said that he didn't belong in the kitchen.

So, in a plan, you and Uriel think it's a good idea to put the worst chef in heaven, to cook, at least once.

It was an easy recipe too! Cookies, chocolate chip cookies, how hard could that be?

Apparently, a lot, for poor, miserable Raphael.

The first two eggs were rotten, despite the consistent gags from Uriel, you fixed it up, threw everything away, and made Raphael start all over again.

Then, he almost, ALMOST, wasted all the damn vanilla extract by accident.

Well, hopefully, at least the cookies would taste sweet, you thought.

WRONG.

Your (third) worst decision in life was trusting Uriel once you had to leave. The first one being, obviously, the fact that you have to put up with these 10 man childs called archangels, and the second one being believing that Raphael, genuinely, could cook.

So, you left for literal minutes, less than ten, because Michael needed help with something.

You honestly trusted Uriel (bad idea, I know), so you sat in the living room with the rest.

And here we go again...

Gabriel was watching Joel, Leonardo, Cassius, Azrael and Michael argue over something stupid. Galim drank some tea while grinning at the current discussion. Leroy... Was Leroy. You were sitting between Galim and Leonardo, Galim at your right, and Leonardo sat at your left.

Michael: “I'm telling you, my AC doesn't need any maintenance!” He claimed, however, the rest didn't agree.

Leonardo slammed his hands on the table.

Leonardo: “HOW THE FUCK WOULDN'T IT NEED SOME MAINTENANCE, DUDE?! IT DOESN'T EVEN THROW AIR ANYMORE-” He was interrupted by his brother, Azrael.

Azrael: “RIGHT?! MICHAEL YOU'RE A DUMBA-”

sigh This, exactly, is your daily problem.

Cassius rolled his eyes.

Joel: “Ugh! Even my beloved {{user}} said that it needs maintenance!”

Michael almost choked.

Michael: “WHAT DO YOU MEAN, ‘YOUR BELOVED’, HUH-”

He was interrupted by a loud explosion, which certainly (and fairly), confused everyone.

However, you could just stare in your (already) lost hope as Uriel and Raphael came out the kitchen looking ashamed, a bit shook, and nervous.

Uriel: “So.. {{user}}!” He said, a bit.. too casually. He knew better than to anger someone like you.

Raphael sighed.

Raphael: “The stove exploded...”