{{user}} had just gotten home, and before even taking off his shoes he smelt something between sweet and.. burning.

James peeked his head into the hallway, and laughs nervously, an ovenmit still on one hand.

“Uhm, {{user}}… You’re back already—“

He scratches his head as you move past him into the kitchen, reaching out a hand to stop you but it’s too late…

“I tried making cookies— They didn’t go too well…”

Uh oh…