MAX'S POV

I was stirring the batter. Nothing destructive about that. As I was stirring the batter,Nudge was measuring out the vanilla extract. She walked over and drizzled some vanilla extract over the batter.

"Nudge?"

"Yeah?"

"How much vanilla extract did you put in?"

"Two tablespoons,"

"The recipe says teaspoons, Nudge! Teaspoons!"

"It's not that big of a difference," She answered nonchalantly. I stared at her incredously. Not a difference? Not that big of a difference! How could she say that? It made all the difference in the world! I had to make these cookies right or I would fail completely. And worse, Iggy would be right. I couldn't let that happen.

"Great. Now we have to start all over!"

"Why? What did you do?" She demanded.

"What did I do? Who's the one who isn't following the recipe? Huh?"

"The tablespoon-teaspoon thing?" She asked, puzzled. I nodded. "Max, a little thing like that isn't going to ruin the recipe," She rolled her eyes.

"Uh, see the picture?" I thrusted the recipe with a deliciously baked picture of a cookie in the corner. "That is how the cookie is supposed to look like, and it's not going to look like that if the utensils are wrong!" I exclaimed. "What if, instead of a stove, we use a fire. Like they did in the 70s. But that's not going to make a difference is it? What if, instead of using chocolate chips, we use cyanide! But it's not going to make a difference , because it's okay to tweak the recipe sometimes!" During the last couple sentences of my rant, Fang came in and stared at me.

"Max, I know you're mad at Iggy right now, but thats no reason to poison his food," He said, a smile playing at his lips. I rolled my eyes. "I thought Nudge was helping you," Puzzled, my eyes swept the kitchen, and Nudge had left. I frowned.

"Why did she leave?" I said, more to myself than to Fang.

"Yo Iggy," Fang called. Iggy darted over, smirking. "Here, Nudge left," Fang said grumpily, thrusting a 5$ bill into Iggy's hand.

"Really, you betted whether or not Nudge would leave me?"

"No, we betted whether or not Nudge would leave in less than 10 minutes," Iggy said, still smirking. I glared at them.

NUDGES POV

"Uh, see the picture?" Max thrusted the recipe with a deliciously baked picture of a cookie in the corner. "That is how the cookie is supposed to look like, and it's not going to look like that if the utensils are wrong!" She exclaimed. "What if, instead of a stove, we use a fire. Like they did in the 70s. But that's not going to make a difference is it? What if, instead of using chocolate chips, we use cyanide! But it's not going to make a difference , because it's okay to tweak the recipe sometimes!"

My mind started to process what she said about 2 seconds after she said them. I stared at her, a little scared when (to my relief) Fang came in. I used this oppurtunity to sneak out. I had to figure something out, so I went to my room and nestled myself in my bed to think for a while. One thing was for sure, we had to stop with Max's attempted cooking obsession. My mind listed things that would work, it was very limited. Then I came up with an idea. Well not exactly an idea, more of a ghost of an idea, a straw to grasp on. We had to convince Max to think she can cook. That was the only way, Max need her pride. She couldn't function without it. She needed to believe that she won this sick ,twisted game she had with Iggy. Now I needed a plan. I couldn't think of anything, so instead I listed the things that wouldn't work.

For one thing, I couldn't tell Iggy. Fang doesn't need to know. Angel is bound to find out anyway. Gazzy is really good with formulating plans so it would be wise to let him in. Okay, let the planning begin.