Janet entered the kitchen, and almost dropped her bags. 'My kitchen!' she shouted.
'Oh, hi darling,' Daniel said as he turned around to look at Janet.
'My kitchen!'
'Yeah, um… sorry about that. Cassie wanted to make some cookies, so…' Daniel responded, taking a sideways step to hide the sink from view.
'My kitchen!' Janet said, as she removed a piece of cookie dough from the fridge door.
'Yeah, as I said,' Daniel began, but was cut off by Janet. 'And where is Cassandra?' she asked.
'Oh, um, she got bored so she went to play in the yard.'
'And you then did what?' Janet asked.
'Um… tried to finish,' Daniel replied. Janet took an ominous step towards him, and almost pushing him aside from the sink, took a look in it, and shrieked.
'Better not look at the oven,' Daniel sheepishly laughed.
'You're not very good at baking, are you, Janet said.
'Um…'
'You've got thirty minutes to clean up, or there'll be hell to pay,' Janet said.
'Yes, ma'am,' Daniel saluted, and received an icy glare in return. 'Sorry,' he said.
'NOW!' Janet shouted, as she walked out of the kitchen. 'My poor, poor kitchen,' she mumbled to herself.