(Zoë)
Today was Olivia, our youngest hunters 8th birthday. She was still aging because she was so young . we were going to have a small celebration.
We gained her to our group when we found her on the streets of New Jersey, being abandoned by her family.
I was walking around camp when I smelled a burning smell from one of the tents.
The reason made me collapse in laughter. Artemis , who cooked dinner often for us, was baking.
Or trying to. What I assumed to be cake batter, looked more like wet cement that food. And what looked like a burnt piece of wood I think was her 1st try of a cake.
She glared at me, but that only made me laugh more. She was covered in flour and sugar, making her look like a small child.
"Stop laughing" she whined. I gasped for breath as she pouted. I was about to dust off her hair when a puff of flour hit my face.
For a moment I was startled. I quickly jumped into action grabbing another bag of flour, dumping it on her head. She shrieked in surprise.
The epic battle of flour ended with us covers in powder and wrestling for the last bag. Needless to say we never got the cake done.
