Three hours and two showers later, they had finally managed to remove the last traces of Nova's breakfast precipitation experiment from their hair and clothes.
The kitchen, however, would require professional intervention—or possibly an exorcism.
"I'm starting to think we should just demolish that room and start over," Samantha said, surveying the sticky aftermath through the doorway.
Powdered sugar still clung to the ceiling, and there were suspicious maple syrup handprints on surfaces that should have been physically impossible for Nova to reach.
"Or we could just move," Kai suggested cheerfully, bouncing Nova on his hip.
Marcus emerged from the bathroom, his hair still damp and his expression resigned. "Actually, that gives me an idea. Since we're clearly not going to get any peace here until the kitchen recovers, why don't we visit the construction site? Check on the progress."
