Recipe for Disaster

“What the hell are you doing?” Ellie demands.

Nyssa looks at her sheepishly. “Baking?”

“Where did you even find all this flour?” Her feet kick up little white plumes as she stomps to the fridge. She pulls out an apple and turns to glare at Nyssa. “How did you manage to get flour in the fridge?”

“I opened it? I needed the butter.”

“But there’s flour on every shelf!”

Nyssa’s sigh releases a puff of flour. “I’m not very good at looking.”

Floury dust devils chase Ellie out of the kitchen. Nyssa sneezes, and a snowstorm rages through the kitchen.