Day #8: Baking
Lynn wasn't much of a baker. She was a sports girl, after all!
If you asked her to batter up, though, she could totally give it to you.
(Wow. Luan's puns really were a bad influence.)
Lynn watched with a disappointed frown as her third attempt at a Christmas cake bloated up like a freaky, deranged balloon. Too much yeast.
At least it didn't catch fire like the second one.
As the oven timer beeped a complaint, Luan studied her sister's failure.
"You really dough know what you're doing, do you? Hang on, I'll help you with the next one."