The Hunting Dogs were in the kitchen, which, unsurprisingly, had turned into a battlefield. Tetchou, ever the perfectionist, followed the recipe down to the last gram, measuring everything with military precision. Jouno stood off to the side, silently critiquing everyone’s technique, occasionally offering unsolicited advice with a smug grin. Teruko, on the other hand, was tossing ingredients around with wild enthusiasm, convinced that “improvisation” would make the cookies taste better. Tachihara tried to keep things under control but was hopelessly distracted by Teruko’s chaos. As for you? You were just trying to make something edible without getting caught in the crossfire of flying flour and sugar.