It was a pretty quiet and unassuming morning. I was up early as usual and ready to eat. This morning, however, was quite different from others. What made this morning special was the fact that it was our first time at the new townhouse. Weiss, Blake, Yang, and I recently pitched all our money together and rented a townhouse. You'd be surprised by how much money huntresses can make over time. Weiss helped a little as well, but don't remind her. She already hangs it over our heads all the time.

Anyway, I was awake during my first morning at the townhouse after moving in and went right for breakfast. What's my average breakfast, you ask? Cookies and pancakes with extra syrup. You can never go wrong with a little boost of energy in the morning. I was happily preparing the ingredients needed for the cookies when someone unexpected and unwelcome walked in.

"Excuse me?" said Weiss. She still had her nightgown on and looked at me through bloodshot eyes. Her hair was a mess as well. It was all over the place and looked like it'd been through a thorn bush.

"What?" I asked innocently.

"Could you please not make so much noise in the morning?"

I raised my eyebrows at Weiss. She slept in the lower half of the townhouse with Blake. They always slept with the door closed and I assumed that they couldn't hear me based on that.

"Was I being noisy?" I asked.

"YES," Weiss said sternly. She looked at my baking ingredients all over the counter and made a squeamish face. "You aren't really going to begin your day with…cookies…are you?"

"Why not?" I asked. "They're a great way to give me energy."

Weiss scoffed at what I said while rubbing her forehead slowly. "You really are a child," she said condescendingly. "Tell me. Have you ever heard of a thing called nutrition?"

I nodded.

"Wellllll," Weiss said with extra condescension, "What you're eating right now is a very good example of bad nutrition. That much sugar isn't good for your body."

I took great offense to what Weiss said. Sweets were a big part of my diet and having someone try to persuade me away from them was like threatening my family.

"Oh yeah?" I asked accusingly. "And what do you have in the morning?"

Weiss smiled, as if she'd been expecting me to ask that. "Let me show you," she said with a smirk. Weiss went over to the pantry and took out a container that contained coffee mix. She daintily opened the lid and began to put it into the coffee mixer she'd brought with us.

"Uncle Qrow said that coffee has a lot caffeine in it," I said. "Isn't that just as bad as sugar?"

"Uncoo Qwow said dat coffee has a wot of caffeine," Weiss said mockingly. "Your Uncle Qrow is also one drink away from needing a liver transplant, so I wouldn't exactly take his advice on health seriously."

My words apparently got Weiss so upset that her face had started to burn red.

"Don't have to get angry," I said quietly. "I was just wondering how that was any better than my cookies."

"It's better because I know how to moderate," Weiss said, her eyes boring deep into mine. "Now excuse me while I continue on with my morning."

"Fine," I said with slight irritation. I had just started mixing the ingredients together when Weiss made yet another comment.

"Where did you learn to bake anyway?" she asked curiously, eyeing the large bowl I was using.

"I taught myself," I said proudly. "I wanted cookies and nobody would buy them, so I learned how to make them myself."

Weiss nodded slowly. "Interesting," she said absentmindedly. "It must be convenient to bake when you're hungry."

"Yup," I said cheerfully. "Do you want me to teach you?"

Weiss looked at me as if she'd been slapped. "What?" she asked.

"Uhh…I asked if you wanted me to—"

"I know what you said!" Weiss snapped. "I'm just appalled that you thought I would want to bake those artery stuffers."

Once again, Weiss's face had turned red. She did that when she got really worked up, and it was often over the smallest things. Still, I couldn't help but chuckle. It clearly annoyed her too.

"What are you laughing at?" she asked, her eyebrows furrowing.

"It…it's nothing," I said, trying to calm myself down.

"Tell me now," said Weiss. "Or I'll dump my coffee in your recipe."

"Fine," I said. I took a deep breath and then continued. "I think you really do want to learn but are embarrassed because you can't bake."

Weiss's face turned a brighter shade of red. "W-W-What?" Weiss asked me, her lips tight. "That's preposterous. I can too cook…I just haven't had to do it in a while."

"Oh yeah?" I asked with an eyebrow arched. "Prove it."

"No."

"Why not?"

Weiss looked nervously at her coffee and then back at me. "I just don't see the need to prove anything when I already know what I'm capable of."

"Fine," I said casually. "I'll just assume that you really don't know."

That must have been the line that pushed Weiss over the edge. Her lips became even tighter as her face reached yet another shade of red.

"Then allow me to prove your childish self wrong," Weiss said with forced calmness. She walked over to where the bowl was and proceeded to continue where I'd left off. I watched her carefully. Weiss looked into the bowl and stared, her eyes shifting between the ingredients and the empty space next to the bowl. I slowly leaned towards her, waiting for her to do something.

"Could you stop doing that?" Weiss asked, jerking her face in my direction. "It's hard to bake with someone creepily watching you."

I smiled childishly and leaned back.

Weiss cleared her throat and eyed me one last time. She then took my spatula and began to mix the ingredients.

"Would you kindly bring me some flour?" Weiss asked smugly.

"Sure," I said, more curious to see how her cookies would turn out.

Weiss grabbed the flour from me with more force than necessary and poured in more than twice the recommended amount. I bit my lip to avoid laughing. She clearly had no idea what she was doing. Strangely enough, Weiss managed to get the correct amount of salt in. Unfortunately, she completely forgot about the baking soda. I said nothing as she continued mixing away with a proud smirk on her face. She wouldn't be keeping that expression for long.

One thing I will give Weiss credit for is how well she managed to get the dough onto the cookie sheet. She even knew to grease the cookie sheet, which I expected her to mess up.

Next came the final part. Weiss put the cookie dough into the oven and turned her head halfway in my direction for a second. She opened her mouth, paused, and then went back to what she was doing. I had a feeling she had a question but avoided asking me so she'd seem more competent. Quickly, Weiss entered the temperature and began baking. I noticed that she'd set the temperature too high. This was going to be interesting.

"See?" Weiss said conceitedly, crossing her arms while grinning. "I told you I was plenty capable."

"You sure showed me," I said, trying very hard to hide my smile.

"Let me know when they're finished," Weiss, said, walking over to her finished coffee. "Your taste buds will be overcome with the otherworldly flavor that I've concocted."

They'd be otherworldly all right.

Time passed and the cookies finished baking. I looked into the oven and could already see Weiss's mistake. The cookies were very round and jagged in some parts. They were also very dark, most likely burnt. I really didn't look forward to giving these a test bite.

"They're finished," I said, pulling out the cookies from the oven.

Weiss's head perked up. She'd been sitting in the armchair nearby with a book on her lap. "About time," she said.

I looked down at the burnt cookies and could already tell that they weren't going to taste good. Weiss walked within eyesight of the cookies and gave them one glance. Almost immediately, her confident smile disappeared and was replaced with a deep frown.

"What is that?" asked Weiss.

"Your cookies," I said.

"No they aren't," said Weiss. "I made them as flawlessly as one could make them. You must have clumsily done something wrong while I was reading."

I looked at Weiss with a deadpan expression.

"What?"

"You can't seriously believe that," I said.

Weiss pursed her lips and then said, "Let's try them anyway. Sometimes burnt food can still taste good. You just have to get over the heat."

She was really grasping at straws now.

As if by a stroke of luck, Blake had awakened and was exhaustingly walking towards us.

"Good morning, Blake," I said cheerfully.

Blake yawned and said, "morning."

"Want to try a cookie that Weiss made?" I asked.

Weiss gave Blake a very fierce look that said, "You will eat my cookies."

Poor Blake didn't even have time to fully respond. She opened her mouth to say something and I quickly used that opportunity to cram a cookie into her mouth.

"Wow. Thanks for volunteering. You're such a good friend," I said speedily, watching as Blake bit into the cookie.

Weiss and I watched with growing anxiety as Blake took a couple bites of the cookie. Her expression was flat as usual, but that changed as she continued chomping on the cookie. First her face tightened as her lips pinched at the flavor. Next, Blake's chewing slowed down as her eyes looked like they were about to stream tears. Finally, Blake ran over to the sink and spit out the cookie. Weiss looked as if she'd been betrayed. I almost felt bad for her.

"Looks like you really didn't know how to bake," I said with a grin.

"Shut up," said Weiss, her face pouting. "I just forgot the recipe because it'd been so long. That's all." And with that, Weiss stormed back downstairs while grumbling to herself.

Feeling bad, I approached Blake and apologized. She was gurgling water to get the taste out of her mouth.

"Were you trying to kill me?" she asked.

"No," I said. "I just really didn't want to taste those things."

"I can understand that," said Blake. She gurgled one last time and then spit into the sink. "Just promise me you don't ever do that again. And I mean it."

"Got it," I said cheerfully.

Suddenly, something struck me. I didn't have a breakfast anymore. Weiss had ruined the cookies and pancakes weren't good without cookies to accompany them. I sadly lowered my head as this thought came to me.

"Have you eaten yet?" asked Blake, "or was that poison I ate supposed to be your breakfast?"

"No," I said sadly. "Like you said, Weiss ruined my breakfast."

"Oh," said Blake flatly. "That's too bad."

"What are you having?"

Blake pulled out a raw fish from the fridge. I didn't even know how that got in there, but it smelled bad.

"Where did that come from?" I asked, pinching my nose.

"I caught it the other day while you three went out," said Blake. She looked at me curiously with the fish still in her hand. "Are you going to eat something at all?"

"Probably just the pancakes without cookies," I sighed.

Blake cocked her head. "That sounds like food to me."

"You don't understand," I said. "Cookies and pancakes must accompany each other. It doesn't taste the same without the two together.

"But…isn't that much sugar bad for you?"

I opened my mouth, made a noise, and then closed it. This situation was not going to repeat itself again. I ended up taking some of Yang's cereal and eating it. I made sure to remind myself that next time I'd buy the cookies instead of making them.