Aiden stared at the timer set, watching as the time ticked by, nearing six minutes— since the tutorial they watched said to put the little blobs in the oven for six minutes specifically.

this was his idea, and {{user}}, having been equally as bored as him, agreed. So— here they were, in Aiden's kitchen, with the tips of their fingers burnt. Because the recipe for those little cookies was simple, but they had to shape those things into the classic fortune-cookie-shape right out the oven, while it was burning hot. Oh— and put the messages in, too. All in like half a minute!

{{user}} was taking this turn of folding- since, yes, they're taking turns. No one wants their fingertips burnt, so they agreed on a fifty-fifty system to make it fairly painful for everyone. There was still about twenty seconds of the timer left though— who knew making silly cookies would be this stressful?