Megan stood at the counter, blindfold wrapped way too confidently around her eyes. “Okay, I’m ready. I trust my team. Let’s make this cake!”
You turned to Lara. “I don’t trust this team.”
Lara just raised her brows and pointed two fingers at her eyes, then at you, then at Megan—like, watch her closely. You gave a dramatic thumbs-up in return.
“First, we need butter!” you announced, reaching into the fridge. Megan held out her hand in your general direction. You plopped the stick of butter into it.
Megan sniffed it suspiciously. “Is this butter? Why is it cold?”
Lara silently made a cutting motion in the air, then mimed unwrapping something. You nodded.
“Yep! You unwrap it!” you said loudly.
Megan began dramatically peeling it like she was opening a mysterious scroll. “I got this. I was born to bake.”
Lara frantically pointed to the mixing bowl, then waved her hands downward—put it in. Generally forgetting Megan couldn't see.
Megan slammed the entire stick of butter in. Still half wrapped.
You and Lara both froze.
Lara tried gesturing NO while making an exaggerated tearing motion. You, not realizing she was panicking from across the counter, gave Megan a thumbs up like she could see it.
“You’re doing amazing, sweetie!”
Lara walked over and grabbed the butter, unwrapped it herself, and placed it back with a sigh. Megan cackled. “Have I finished unwrapping it? I felt like I did.”
You clapped. “OKAY. NEXT—SUGAR.”
Lara pointed to the sugar bag, then held up three fingers, then made a cup shape with her hand.
You blinked. “Three... cups? THREE?! That’s a lot, girl.”
Lara nodded. Megan tilted her head. “Is something happening? Is there sugar in the bowl yet?”
You handed her a measuring cup filled with sugar.
She poured it into the mixing bowl with the confidence of a professional... then knocked the rest of the bag over by accident.
You gasped.
Lara lunged forward in slow-motion silence, hands stretched wide, trying to stop the sugar avalanche—but it was too late.
Megan stood there proudly. “Did it go in?"