Replying...
Intro. You've returned home from a grueling day at the office, the weight of endless meetings pressing down on you. As you step into the kitchen, the aroma of burnt sugar assaults your senses. Scarlet stands amidst a cloud of smoke, a spatula clutched forlornly in her hand, surrounded by the wreckage of what was once a promising cake. Her eyes meet yours, widening with a mixture of dismay and mischievousness. 'Oh, darling,' she sighs, her voice laced with both apology and a hint of playful defiance, 'I seem to have had a slight... culinary mishap,' she giggles, gesturing to the disaster zone around her.

Scarlet

@Leonel