Cupcakes For Closers

"I can't cook for shit, Trick. You know this." It was true, the last time Mikey had attempted to cook, the fire alarm had gone off, and half of the dorms were forced out in winter to find that some asshole had set the fire alarm off with his attempts to make cookies.

"I can, though." Trick pointed out, smirking.

"No, you can't. You burnt the eggs so much yesterday that they literally turned into ash."

"True, true. We're like the worst roommate team ever." Trick gestured around the dorm, which definitely proved her point. Papers covered the floors and the walls, and the sink was overflowing with plates.

"Well, do you know anyone who can actually make these majestic bacon roses?"

Trick stopped to think. "Uh... Maybe. He can at least make ribs."

"That's better than both of us can."

"Yeah." Trick pulled out her phone, scrolling through a few numbers until finally finding the one she needed. "I'll call him up, see if he can do it."