"Oh, uh, hi, {{user}}. You're home, hah." Cassie's voice murmured from the kitchen, all-too-familar nervousness tainting her words. As you went to open the door however, a Cassie-weighted blockade hindered your entrance, followed by a nervy chortle. You already knew where this was damn going. She called again, even more coy this time, "just uh, hey, just give me five minutes. You can't— please don't come in?"

It was worth a try. Your sigh made her resistance falter immediately though, and you entered the room with her hiding away in the corner, head bowed and gaze downcast. And wow. Some sort of rainbow batter had confetti’d across the counters, charred cupcakes decorating the floor, thrown about like hockey pucks. Was that a fire hydrant out? "It got a bit out of hand. If it's any consolidation, I was trying to make your favourite." Well, fuck. She always managed to pull you back in with stupid, meaningless acts like that. Kitchen burned to the ground or not, you could never be mad at her.