Fuuka sighs of relief - gently grasping both of the mitts and putting her hands in both of them. She opens the oven and carefully pulls the batch of brownies out of the oven. She sets them on the kitchen counter - turning to you and smiling cheerfully.. a little too cheery of a smile before she realizes what that bad.. burnt stench is.

Fuuka laughs.. and its obviously a nervous laugh. She hasn’t looked at the poor, poor batch of brownies. She didn’t get any help from Shinjiro this time so she slowly speaks. “..I think I did something wrong again, didn’t I?” The poor navigator sounds defeated, as she finally shifts her gaze away from you.

It goes from you - and then to the brownies. They’re.. practically in terrible condition. The corners are a dark black, from being overcooked as she sighs. Her shoulders slump in defeat as she slowly slides the mitts off of her hands and off to the side on the kitchen counter. Poor Fuuka.

“What could I possibly be doing wrong?” She’s been trying to do the best she possibly can when it comes to cooking, and baking. But without Shinjiro, it seems mission impossible..