A/N: For some reason, I couldn't come up with a good M prompt, so this one isn't that awesome. And I had an idea that would have made it A LOT longer, so I had to cut it to a boring exposition piece. Would you be interested, once I'm done my 100 drabbles, that I write it as a normal-length one shot (Somewhere around 1000 words) and posted it as an outtake?
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29) M is for Messy.

POV: Kaylee Cavanaugh.
WORDS:

I'll say it once, for the records: I can't bake.

When I had failed at making Harmony a birthday cake for the second time in one day, Tod decided to step in. Apparently, Harmony's amazing baking skills, and he decided to take pity and teach me.

I'll admit, I was doing a lot better than I had had been without his help. The cake was in the oven, and we were cleaning up the materials, but I kept getting distracted. (How the hell he could make an apron look that hot?)

Bag of flour plus Distracted Kaylee equals disaster.

Disaster, as in, the entire bad of flour accidently poured on Tod. Disaster, as in how Tod retaliated with eggs cracked into my hair. Disaster, as in the food fight that presumed.

It was the best mess (And cake!) I'd ever made.


Meh. :)