Marco Elsher and Natasha McKlen; shorts.

Marco and Natasha, baking

"Tasha, hand me the flour." Marco said in a demanding tone. "Okay." Natasha moved over to the cupboard, glaring at everything on the shelf's top to bottom. Sitting on the bottom shelf, near the back, was the flour. "Here you go!" Her hand, with the flour in hand, handed it to Marco. "Thanks."

Natasha and Marco were baking for Marcos brothers birthday. It was tomorrow and they needed to get his cake done by then.

"So how are you doing today." Marco, starting the conversation asked; even if it's very rare for her. She usually wait until Natasha starts talking. Because when Natasha starts talking to her it lasts for hours, sometimes what feels like days.

"Very good actually, I got a A on my math exam. I drew a giraffe for my art project, I think the teacher liked that, I named him Gllem. Isn't that a nice name? I liked it. Y'know Keiran, Yeah? They said that they found the paper I hid behind the bleachers that one time, remember? It was really funny actually. I wrote that I liked hot mom's on that, then write in Ukrainian for the rest of the letter, describing my type. I don't know if they got it translated though, that's good."

"Wow, nice." Marco replied

"Thanks!"

Marco started the mixer. Small bits of the ingredients came from the mixer and flew onto Marcos face. Creating yellow and white spots on her apron. Her apron was her mother's, it read 'I like to cook, preferably children.' then under it read 'Sorry, typo, for children.' it was a very funny joke. Dark humor is always the best, isn't it? Her shoes were still on her feet, they were brown with very long shoe laces. Turned black from the mud outdoors. "So what should we do now." Marco asked. "I don't know how to bake Marco, you know this. To be very honest I don't even know if we did the steps right in the first place." I responded.

"Okay then, we'll just wing it, any ideas?"

"Not really to be honest, sorry."

"Okay, I'll just bake it then. Grab me the tin?"

Natasha began to walk over to the cupboard get again. Looking up to the shelf's she found it and grabbed it. She began to walk over to Marco, but as soon as she was half way across the room.

BOOM 💥

The batter spread all across the room, on the floor, in the ceiling, and all over Marcos face.

"Delicious." Marco declared

Authors note
This short story is placed in the spring, around 3 months after the current events of the story.