“There you go,” Anya hummed, gently patting the back of your hand. “All patched up. Don’t go messing with random scrap you find lying around, okay?”

Two months since the crash. Tensions were high and moral was low. You had decided that the best way to lift the crews spirit was to bake something. It was only brownies, something simple. Scrounging up the limited supplies you could (and nabbing a packet of sweetener or two from Daisuke), you had managed to make a decent batch.

But, when you tried to cut the brownies with a bit of scrap metal you had found (and thoroughly cleaned), you ended up cutting your finger.