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“What happened here?!” Patton gasped loudly, stopping dead a step into the kitchen.
From behind him in the living room a sleepy voice replied, and Patton heard someone he hadn’t noticed on his way past get up from the sectional and approach. "Last night we accidentally made ten cakes,” Remus explained, entirely too casually for someone who’d accidentally made ten cakes.
Okay, so, this wasn’t ideal. “Ten cakes is like, maybe a few too many?” Patton suggested with a wince, looking at the chaos- and cake, shit there was so much cake- littering the kitchen. Some of the plates held what were more accurately describable as crumb mountains and some were more like a terrifying sugary egg soup, and all of them needed to be gone like, as soon as possible. “Why didn’t you just give up?!” He turned to the twin lounging in the doorway, catching him mid-yawn.
Remus looked at him and shrugged, rubbing at his eyes. “Seemed like a good idea at the time. Roman was like, super sure we’d get it right at some point. We were pretty fuckin’ close by the end, actually.”
Patton eyed the ‘cakes’ doubtfully. “Um, sure… Look just help me clean this up and we’ll forget about it. Actually no, not forget about it; you can owe me one. And where is Roman anyway?”
“He’s still asleep. You want me to fetch him?”
“No,” Patton replied, tapping his chin in thought. “Actually that’s fine. I still need to get him back for the slippers incident. Your favour can be to help me with that.”
Remus grinned, excitement and anticipation waking him up faster than coffee ever could. “Sounds fuckin’ A, I’m in.” He grabbed a trash bag and set to work as Patton directed while Patton outlined the plan, both quickly buzzing with mischievous glee.
“Okay, so here’s what I’m thinking- Roman loves that sword of his right? What if we were to replace…”