“please desist!” kori frowned at the smoking pan in front of her before sighing. she’d been trying to make all of her friends cupcakes to try and lighten their moods after the disaster at the gala but had ended up almost setting the tower, and herself, on fire. “was there not the enough of the flour?” she asked, looking up when she heard footsteps. “hello, friend! would you like the cup of cakes?”
“Cup of cakes.” Rick drawled while casually finding
himself in the now foggy kitchen. “’don’t think I should give an answer
till I know what you’ve ended up with at this point, cowgirl.” He swipes
at the thin layer of smoke though the air was quickly circulating
through. “What flavor?”