A/N: Final installment of this little set.
The fact that Nicole had not come to yell at him after the entire singing/clothing incident was the first sign that something was off.
"You okay? I mean, you got all your stuff back, right?" Matt asked tentatively a few days later, as he sat at the kitchen counter.
Nicole shrugged as she chewed on what looked like ginger candy. "Gave me a chance to organize my dresser. It's fine, I kind of deserved it for trying to kill your ears."
He frowned, watching as she casually turned the page of the magazine she was reading. From what he could tell, even without using his psychic abilities, there was definitely a little resentment...
A few feet away, Mimi hummed some broadway tune as she turned off the mixer and set aside the bowl of just completed blue icing. Then she glanced at the clock, her eyes then darting towards the oven where Matt knew a cake was baking.
"How much longer?" he asked, tipping his head to one side. If anything, he had grown to really love Mimi's cakes.
She smiled. "Maybe five minutes. It's close to done, though I haven't opened the oven yet to see if it's browning."
"Want me to check for you?"
"That'd be great."
He focused slightly on the oven, not needing to take long to finish his assessment. "No, it's not - "
SPLAT.
Matt blinked a couple times, and slowly turned his head to stare in bewilderment at Nicole, who smiled innocently at him. Mimi just burst into uncontrollable laughter.
He removed the bowl from the top of his head, raising an eyebrow and knowing perfectly well that his hair was now covered in blue icing.
With a questionable gaze at the perpetrator, Nicole shrugged and grinned. "Payback."
He looked at the bowl and shook his head. "Weak. Plus, now Mimi doesn't have any more icing to frost her cake."
Mimi took a couple gasping breaths as she calmed herself. "Actually, I was in on it," she giggled, reaching for the cupboard. "I'm preparing another batch."
He frowned. "As cake frosting or ammunition?"
She and Nicole exchanged a glance. "Well... seeing as all the icing is in your hair..." Nicole pointed out.
Matt gave them both a diabolically unnatural grin, which he was glad to see from their expressions was highly unnerving. "Well then, looks like only one of us here is armed then."
Mimi squealed and ducked down behind the counter. Matt grabbed a slab of icing out of his hair, and in lieu of Mimi being an obvious target, gave Nicole an evil smile.
She responded by staring at him evenly, and grabbing a can of whipped cream that had been sitting on the counter.
"A duel to the death then, is it?" she said, with all seriousness in her voice.
"Yes, with the fate of the world at stake."
Chaos reigned in the kitchen as icing and whipped cream flew in the air... but only until Mimi turned the oven off so she could finish her cake.