"Oh Lord," Bobby said, walking into his kitchen and taking in the sight before him.
Lennon, Gabriella and Shayne all turned to face him, looking slightly guilty, all three covered in flour and chocolate.
"Muffin drive?" he asked, putting his keys down on a bench that had escaped the flour explosion.
Gabriella nodded. "We're supporting the whales. With muffins."
"We're against whaling," Lennon added. "And we're showing that with chocolate."
"Fine, mock me," Shayne said, rolling her eyes. "I'm trying to change the world and all you lot can do is mock my ambition."
"Not mocking, Shayne," Bobby assured. "Gentle teasing, but never mocking."
Shayne looked slightly appeased, before throwing him the spare apron. "Well, good. And now that you're home..."
"How many more are we making?" Bobby asked Lennon.
"100 down, 900 to go," Lennon muttered back.