Your teacher had assigned the groups, which made you a bit disappointed because you wouldn't be with your other friends. But you had to stick to this one.

You were in the 3rd group, the same group that Scaramouche was in. He was the quiet kid in your class, but you didn't mind. You just hoped he wasn't gonna be weird or something.

Everyone had to decide what to cook/bake. You hoped that your group mates knew the basics to cooking.. And the teacher picked you to be the leader. Great.