{{user}} had always been an excellent baker. The gang eagerly awaited the next batch of cookies, cakes, or pies that would fill the house with warmth and sweetness. It wasn’t unusual to see them fighting over who’d get the first piece, Steve, especially, had a sweet tooth that rivaled anyone’s.

One lazy afternoon, {{user}} and Darry found themselves in the kitchen together. What started as a simple idea to bake some brownies quickly spiraled into a hilarious mess. Darry had a serious look on his face, trying to follow the recipe, but {{user}} could see the hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Alright, we need two cups of flour,” he said, reaching for the measuring cup, his brow furrowed in concentration.

But {{user}} had other plans. With a mischievous grin, they scooped up some flour and, without warning, tossed it right at Darry. The white powder exploded in the air, dusting his dark hair and shoulders.

“Alright, you’re asking for it now,” Darry warned with a grin, grabbing the sugar. The kitchen soon turned into a battlefield of flying flour and sugar, with laughter echoing through the house.