Brownies
The kitchen was a complete disaster. Bowls and spoons and baking pans were spread all over any available surface, alternately covered in half-cooked dough and black char. Yamato was a similar mess, his white shirt stained brown and black.
Ban looked around, the beginnings of a smirk forming.
"Shut up, kid."
"Didn't say anything."
"Didn't have to."
Ban poked around. "… these were supposed to be brownies?"
".. kind of." Yamato folded his arms, attempting to look unruffled.
"Man, you'd think someone who can whip up thousands of types of poisons without thinking about it would be able to cook."