Day five of the Solstice.
The Daycare Kitchen was not designed for five large men, four chaotic cubs, one bunny, and a stressed Nanny.
It was designed for making sandwiches, not for cakes.
"Okay, listen up!" I shouted, waving a wooden spoon like a baton. "The Solstice cake is a delicate cake. It requires finesse. It requires patience. It requires you all to stop eating the ingredients!"
I pointed the spoon at Vali, who was trying to inhale a bag of chocolate chips.
"I am quality testing!" Vali argued, his mouth brown.
"You are quality destroying," I sighed.
Lord Rurik had been assigned the task of kneading the dough for the base.
"I shall defeat the flour!" Rurik roared.
He punched the ball of dough.
THWACK.
"Rurik, it's not an enemy combatant!" I yelled. "It's sponge cake! Be gentle!"
"I am gentle!" Rurik insisted. He slammed his fist into the bowl again.
POOF.
A cloud of flour exploded, covering Jasper in white dust.
