The kitchen turned into a battlefield under Corporal Levi's supervision who put several ingredients on the table as the countertop was cleaned properly. Painfully Levi braced himself for the mess caused by the two slobs, Sasha and Connie.
"Okay, have you ever baked?"
No reaction.
"Anything? Cake? Cookies?"
Still no reaction.
"Have you ever helped in the kitchen?"
Connie stretched his in the air. "At home I always cut out cookies."
Levi sighed as he waved them nearer to the countertop. "That's a good beginning. I let you get away with it."
"Don't we have to cook the Christmas roast?" asked Sasha who mentally sat on the dining table.
"When the need arises, but at first we have to bake these fucking cookies" Levi replied.
Surprisingly they worked very well and the pastry was mixed fast as Sasha floured the countertop and Connie armed himself with a rolling pin.
"Connie, look!" the girl giggled. "It looks like cocaine."
Her mate started to laugh immediately as he saw the flour raising dust on her dark colored blouse. "You look like a coking junkie."
"So you do!" Again her hand grabbed into the bag of flour and a white cloud built up in the air, covering both. It didn't take long, until cookie cutters flew through the air. The rolling pin exactly stopped before Levi's feet as he entered the kitchen. His eyebrows puckered and a shadow of desperation and anger evolved on his face.
"I just leave you alone for a second and the kitchen turns into a chaos. After all why is there a rolling pin on the floor?" When he picked it up Sasha knocked down the flour with a frightening gesture.
"We are sorry" they shouted both together.
"You are veritable disaster."
"Please don't forbid us to cut the cookies" Connie begged with clasped hands.
Levi mentally did a ten count and took a deep breath. "Tidy up the kitchen immediately" he said quietly, but tensely.