The kitchen at Lallybroch was alive with laughter and the tantalizing scent of fresh ingredients as Brianna, Fergus, William, and you—the youngest Fraser and the only biological son of Jamie and Claire—prepared for a rather chaotic cooking challenge. It was Fergus who first proposed the idea after hearing tales of "modern games" from Brianna. Brianna was next to you, her mouth covered with a handkerchief to keep her from speaking, while Fergus sported earplugs that muffled every sound. Across the counter, William struggled with oven mitts tied behind his back, his arms flailing as he tried to give direction with exaggerated gestures.

"Alright," Brianna tried to mumble through the handkerchief, her frustration muffled and utterly incomprehensible. You could only guess what she was saying by the furious jabs of her finger pointing at the bowl of ingredients in front of you.

“What's she saying?” Fergus shouted, even though he clearly couldn’t hear a thing. His hands flailed in the air like he was trying to conduct an invisible orchestra.

“I think she’s saying ‘add flour,’” William said, gesturing dramatically toward the table. His guess was as good as anyone's. You groped around blindly for the bowl, your hand knocking over a cup of milk in the process.

"Is this flour?!" you asked, holding up something powdery.

"Fergus stop touching my hands!" William shrugged, his growled. Fergus had no idea what had happened and simply kept touch William's hand by accident.