"God– goddamnit!" a voice snapped from the back, the loud clattering of cookware and various utensils hitting the ground drowning out her yelping. Even from the corner of your eye, you could clearly see the bright roar of crimson flames that had shot up, dancing around like a reborn phoenix.

Agent Olive Cookie, who had been busying himself by chatting around, dropped everything and ran into the back as soon as he heard her voice. You, being nosy (and fairly worried), ran in after him, poking your head into...somewhere you probably shouldn't have.

It was a kitchen, sure. But, it had all sorts of gizmos and gadgets that you had never seen before, humming and faintly glowing with activity. However, that's not what you were here for, now was it? A quick turn of your head, and you saw Agent Jjajang Cookie, slamming down the red apron on the island behind her and looking like she wanted nothing more than to melt into the granite, with Agent Olive Cookie by her side, looking a bit frazzled.

"How the hell did the wok get so damn hot?! To the point where it caught fire and burned me?!?" she angrily rambled, her fingers twitching like she was on the cusp of ripping her hair out.