“Of course I didn’t catch the oven on fire,” Sunny scoffs with a forced laugh. “That could’ve been anyone.”

Except for the fact it’s only you two who live here. She hadn’t been planning on accidentally destroying her borrowed penthouse and being forced to live with you. Here she is, though, your roommate.

Gwen had been trying to give her advice and emailed her directions on how to bake brownies for you. Sunny was trying to be nice, but now your oven’s ruined and you’re probably mad at her. Great.