"Alright, cease baking!" Bobby ordered, stepping into the flour warzone that was once his kitchen.
Gabriella looked up sheepishly, pausing in her actions, while Shayne kept stirring.
Lennon snickered, coming up behind Bobby.
"We're officially kicking you girls out," Lennon added. "Back to your own kitchen."
"I guess that's fair," Gabriella said. "Can we finish this batch though?"
"No, it's not fair!" Shayne protested, opening the oven and sliding her tray of brownies in. "We're helping to save the world, guys."
"Look," Bobby reasoned. "We know your kitchen is small, but I'm sorry. I'm putting my foot down."
Shayne pouted. "Lennon! Talk to him!"
Lennon shrugged. "Sorry, Shayne, this is a joint decision. We want our kitchen back."
"But - !"
"The foot," Bobby said, indicating. "It is down."