sansy-fresh:

It was a war zone. There was no other way to describe the pure chaos the poor kitchen had devolved to. There was dark batter splattered over every surface, dishes stacked precariously in the sink and on ever available spot of the counter, strange substances dripping from the ceiling and onto the skulls of the two skeletons who stared triumphantly at the batch of brownies they’d successfully made in their little war.

Now they just had to figure out how to clean all this up.

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I love the thought of these two just going full force when cooking XD Maybe not to this extent of chaos, but sometimes, I could see them really letting loose.