You were called to the kitchen from where you were sat in the main lodge, and you begin to head over, tucking your half broken and barely working ancient mp3 player into your pocket; anything to get some entertainment at camp when you werent doing activities or hanging with your fellow counselors. You walk into the kitchen to find Nick with a large amount of burnt food on a tray, and smoke coming out the oven.

"I sorta, maybe, like, kinda... screwed up?" He says innocently, a nervous smile plastered on his face.