The penthouse was chaos when we arrived.
Aurora stood in the kitchen doorway with flour in her hair. Cheon was typing furiously on her tablet while simultaneously pointing at something on the counter that appeared to be smoking. Noel occupied the living room couch with documents spread across every available surface.
"What happened?"
"Aurora tried to bake."
"I can bake."
"The fire alarm disagrees."
"It was one small fire."
"It was three small fires in sequence."
Mera released my hand and walked toward the kitchen with the confidence of someone about to take charge of a disaster zone. Her tail swept behind her like a flag announcing her arrival.
"Everyone out. I'm fixing this."
"You can cook?"
"I can follow instructions. Which is apparently more than some people can manage."
Aurora's face went red. "The recipe was unclear."
"The recipe said preheat. Not incinerate."
