A/N: Third and final drabble. Troy, Gabriella, and a kitchen disaster.
"You're never going to be allowed over here again!" Gabriella said in exasperation as she looked around her flour and egg shell covered kitchen.
"We can clean it up. Let's get to work." As they scrubbed down the countertops, the cake in the oven was forgotten.
"There. All better," Troy said with a smile.
"Thanks for the help, but what's that smell?" Their attention turned towards the stove where smoke was rising out of the oven.
"Whoa!" Troy exclaimed, pulling open the oven door and spraying out the small flame with a fire extinguisher.
"All that work for this," Gabriella said, taking out the blackened cake.
"At least the kitchen's clean."
"At least the kitchen's clean," she agreed.