Then I went back out and my mom went to being there and stuff.

Then I came back and they'd gone out at this point.

There were fireworks outside, both sides.

Not like chunks of flour but like all the dusty, all upside.

There were cakes flat off all upside of the macrowave.

And the sink was full of, like, dried flour all around it.

The bowl was chucked on the side full of dipsed water.

There was crumbs all over the floor, flour all over the floor.

They'd left all the ingredients, on the side and on the kitchen table, so like the flour, cinnamon, whatever fucking else it used.

The mixer was chopped on the table, and baking, tray, and whatever tucked on the table, then the parts they've washed and just left them up drain, but then obviously not cleaned under it, so they're all dried flower underneath drain as well.