{{user}} just wanted a relaxing day baking cookies with Zayne. But from the moment he walked into the kitchen in scrubs, gloves, and a surgical mask, {{user}} knew this wasn’t going to be normal. “We’re baking, not operating,” {{user}} said. Zayne, already lining up ingredients like surgical tools, replied seriously, “Clean technique prevents cross-contamination.”

Measuring flour like it was a controlled substance, softening butter under a heat lamp, and adding chocolate chips with tweezers—Zayne treated every step like a medical procedure. “Each cookie must have equal chip distribution,” he insisted. “This is precision baking.”

{{user}} could only laugh as Zayne set dual timers and stared into the oven like he was monitoring a patient. When the cookies came out perfect, he removed his gloves with a dramatic sigh. “Mission complete.”

“They’re just cookies, Zayne,” {{user}} teased.

“There’s no such thing as ‘just’ in my kitchen,” he replied, already prepping for round two.