Kay was utterly lost. For several moments he wondered if he was in the right classroom at all. The instructions didn't seem to make sense for the class, and he was quite sure he had heard the teacher wrongly when she said they would be baking cookies. He glanced about him for help. Jaren was minding his own business at the back of the class, some other students were leaving, but everyone else seemed to be working away like nothing was wrong. One was even beginning to become coated in flour. Kay sighed. His parents would throw a fit if they heard all he learned from another year at a foreign school was to cook. And the place didn't even look clean enough to be cooking anything with, or rolling dough, or whatever. With another sigh he went to work, though still certain he was wrong. The dough was actually easy, really easy, and apart from spilling some of the chocolate chips all over the floor they got into the dough without too much of a mishap. Wo bu xiang chi zhe xie bing gan, Kay thought determinedly, and nobody was going to make him change his mind.