Of Faygo and Fanta

I Can't Bake...

"Wait...do you...do you smell that? What IS that?"
Karkat suddenly dropped the argument he had previously started with Gamzee about personal space.
Gamzee shrugged dismissively, but Karkat continued to sniff the air and recoil in disgust.
"It smells like...burning food-ugh, why is it so strong?!" Karkat held his nose and quickly exited the room.
Gamzee noted that the smell was coming from the window. He followed the putrid smell all the way to Mazie's hive.
Oh holy SH--! Was her hive on FIRE?!
He burst through the wall...(completely ignoring the unlocked door) and called out her name. He could hear yelling from the kitchen... Mazie? But he saw no signs of flames or fire.
He did, however, feel the smell of burning food maximize until it was eye watering.
"Motherf--k.." He sighed unhappily as he entered the black cloud of smoke emitting from the kitchen. There he saw Mazie with a gas mask on, attempting to fan the smoke out the window and letting out a loud string of curse words. Next to her was a singed pan of...black rocks?
"Watcha doing l'il sis?" He questioned from behind her. Mazie jumped and nearly hit him with a rolling pin.
"Oh, hey Gamzee. Ya know...just baking cupcakes..." She replied, with hints of frustration in her voice.
It was a little weird talking to her with a gas mask on. Her voice was all warped and funny-soundin'.
"Cupcakes? Where?"
"Right here. Wanna try one?" She held up the pan of "rocks" sarcastically, trying to make a joke out of the matter.
....Poor Gamzee didn't get it.
He happily reached for a "cupcake" and popped it in his mouth, only to spew it out immediately.
" THAT THING WAS MOTHERF-ING ALIVE!!!" He shouted and pointed to the half-chewed cupcake on the ground accusingly.
"WHAT DID YA DO TO THEM?!"
"...I found a cool recipe online that required apples and cranberry sauce..."
Gamzee nodded, urging her on.
"But I didn't have that stuff so I just used apple juice and grape jelly."
Gamzee shook his head, chuckling. Mazie , a little embarrassed now, softly continued.
"..Also...my oven broke so I just used a flamethrower..." Gamzee silenced himself at this and stared at her. Her face was caked in flour and Grape jam, her hair was singed, there were stains on her apron that he couldn't Identify...
Mazie looked to the floor a little sadly.
Dear Gog, she worked hard on those motherf--kers.
Gamzee needed to cheer her up. NOW.
"Aww...they weren't all up and motherf--king THAT bad..." Gamzee put a reassured her. "They just needed...um..." He trailed off.
Awkward silence.
He spoke up again. " I could teach you how to bake some faygo cupcakes...if you want." He tried, hopeful.
She looked up at him now. She didn't know he could bake. And he looked so concerned!
"Aww! Gamzee! That would be awesome!" She glomped him.
He happily returned the hug.
"But there's this one thing," she pulled away. "I've never tried Faygo."
He blanked. Never tried faygo?! What?!? He hulled her over his shoulder and started out the room.
"Gamzee? Where are we going? Put me down!"
"Nope. Not until you have tried some wicked elixir, little sis."
She sighed and fell limp.
"Your a weirdo." She muttered playfully.
"And your crazy."
"Am not!"
"L'il mama, you used a flamethrower to bake cupcakes."
"....."