Simon laughed a little as Ethan began to explain to the rest of the class why he had been dubbed 'The Chef'. Not only was the nickname accurate, it just sounded really, really awesome. The boy beamed. "Alright, Sherlock, let's see..." he said when he began scooping up the batter and placing it on the cookie sheet. Soon enough, Ethan jonied him.

Halfway through the process, Simon took a peek at his mate's work and his eyes widened when he realized how accurate and precise Ethan was being. Man, he was making Simon's estimations look really bad! The Slytherin boy even pulled a ruler out of his book bag to see how far they little globs of mixture were apart from each other. His eyes widened when he read that they were exactly two inches apart. "Merlin, you're really good at this, Ethan. Being accurate," he slipped the ruler back into his bag and then eyed the next step.

OVEN time.

Once the batter was on the cookie sheet, Simon popped the tray into the oven and set a timer. "Alright, now we wait fifteen minutes!"