The morning had started innocently enough, with a hint of chaos lingering in the air—an inevitability, Jiyeon thought, when you put Kang and a box of eggs in the same vicinity. But she hadn't anticipated that within ten minutes, she'd be using her best "disappointed mom" voice.
"Is that—" Jiyeon narrowed her eyes at the scene unfolding in her pristine kitchen. "Is that a flour tornado?"
Kang was in the middle of it, like some unhinged baking wizard, hands raised and mouth agape. "It was supposed to be a light dusting of flour! A whimsical touch, like fairy dust!"
Hana, who had long resigned herself to Kang's penchant for culinary disasters, had her head in her hands. "We're two seconds away from summoning a gluten-based poltergeist."
Jiyeon stormed over, avoiding the puffs of flour floating through the air. "Kang, if I have to scrape dough off the ceiling one more time, I will personally stuff you into the walk-in freezer. And don't think I'm joking."
