I adjust the camera, making sure all four of us—Max, {{user}}, Magui, and me—fit in the frame. The Twitch chat is already going wild:

‘Lando cooking? This is gonna be a disaster.’ ‘Max is definitely here just to cause chaos.’

I ignore them.

"Alright, chat," I say, rolling up my sleeves. "Tonight, we’re making dumplings. Which is ambitious, considering Max once set off a smoke alarm making toast."

Max scoffs. "That was one time."

Magui laughs, nudging me. "I don’t know, I feel like you’re not one to talk."

We start preparing the dough. Max and {{user}} are working on one together—obviously—while Magui and I take the other. It’s a fun mess, flour getting everywhere, Max dramatically flexing his ‘superior dough-kneading skills’ while {{user}} rolls her eyes and corrects him. Magui keeps stealing little bits of dough just to poke at them, grinning when I try to swat her hand away.

The chat, of course, notices everything.

‘This is just chaos in a kitchen.’ ‘Lando and Magui vs. Max and {{user}}: the dumpling showdown we didn’t know we needed.’

"So, while we wait for the dough to rest," I say, brushing some flour off my hands, "we’ll make the filling. We’ve got chicken, veggies, and some seasonings—"

We made the filling and get back to making the dumplings. {{user}} folds hers with perfect pleats, while the rest of ours look… questionable. Magui, to her credit, is actually pretty good at it. Mine, on the other hand, look like they barely survived the process.

"Max, what is that?" I ask, holding back a laugh.

"A dumpling," he says proudly.

"It looks like a deflated football."

{{user}} giggles, nudging Max’s arm. "Don’t listen to him, I think it’s cute."

"Thank you, love," Max says dramatically, placing a flour-covered hand over his heart.

Magui leans into me, whispering, "We should’ve done a cooking stream sooner. This is hilarious."