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Brendon smiled as he flicked more flour onto Ryan’s nose. It was only fair, since Ryan dropped a whole cup of the stuff onto his jeans earlier. By now, the entire kitchen looked like a cocaine deal gone wrong in a tornado. In the grand scheme of things, what was a little bit more mess?
Ryan still gasped at him like the soap opera drama queen he was. “Brendon!”
“What?” Brendon feigned ignorance. “You had something on your nose.”
“Your shit-eating grin says otherwise.”
Brendon looked over to Spencer, who was sitting a safe distance away from the chaos and had little more than some sugar grains in his hair. “You,” he said, pointing with a butter-soaked finger for emphasis, “either get over here or stay out of it.”
Scoffing, Spencer readjusted himself on his armchair. “I’d rather eat my food than play with it, thank you.”
Meanwhile, Ryan was trying to blow his hair out of his face. “Can I get a towel or something? I don’t want any more of this shit in my hair.”
“Impossible,” said Brendon. Humming something from Mary Poppins, he went back to mixing the batter.
Ryan turned his pleading eyes on Spencer.
“Don’t look at me,” Spencer replied, hands in the air. “He’s your baking buddy.”
“Well you’re my other baking buddy.”
Brendon paused his mixing, eyes twinkling like mischievous Christmas lights. “Hey, wait a second-”
“No stealing my stash, Urie.”
Rolling his eyes, Brendon defended himself. “Look, I’m just saying, if there’s pot brownies, there’s gotta be pot sugar cookies too, right? That just makes sense.”
Spencer glared at Brendon. “No. Mine.”
“My precious!” Brendon mocked his possessiveness. “Only Spencer can have Spencer’s precious weed!”
This earned retaliation from the previously neutral party Ryan, with him throwing a small handful of the batter at Brendon’s shirt. Gawking, Brendon watched as Ryan smiled. Then, as a cherry on top, he wiped his hands on Brendon’s pants.
“Ooh,” Brendon scolded. Readying his own batter ball, he yelled, aimed, and fired. “You’re in for it now, Ross!”
As Ryan and Brendon fought with what should’ve been a wonderful batch of sugar cookies, Spencer made the executive decision that his best friends should never bake again. Grocery store cookies were never this messy. Though, Spencer had to admit as he leaned back in his chair, they were never quite this entertaining either.