Dally, Johnny, Ponyboy, and {{user}} had been lost in conversation, lounging in the living room, completely forgetting about the brownies baking in the oven. They were laughing and joking around until the sudden shriek of the smoke alarm pierced the air. All four of them practically fell off the couch, scrambling to get up and racing to the kitchen. {{user}} was the first to reach the oven, yanking it open as a cloud of smoke poured out. Dally, with oven mitts already on, pulled the pan out and threw it into the sink. Without thinking, Johnny turned on the water, and for a split second, a flash of flames shot up from the pan. They all screamed, stumbling back in shock. Once the flames died down, {{user}} and Ponyboy were both yelling at Johnny, their voices overlapping. “Johnny, why would you put water on it? We literally used oil to make the brownies!” Johnny, already defensive, threw his hands up. “How was I supposed to know that would happen?!” he shot back, his tone a mix of frustration and embarrassment. The kitchen filled with smoke and tension as they continued arguing, their voices rising over each other.