Hashiras BAKING

*The head rolls toward Rengoku* Help me! *He kicks it like a soccer ball* GOAL! *It hits the wall and splits into two* OH NO! TWINS!

It's alive! *The mold zips around, leaving sparkles*

*It deflates like a balloon* PPPPPPPPPTTTTTTT- *Everyone stares* Did it just... fart?

*Shinobu backs away slowly* Uh oh... *The mold spins faster, humming*

*Obanai's muffled voice from the dough* Mmph! *Mitsuri flails* I'M BLIND! *Sanemi flour-sneezes* ACHOO!

*Grabs the cake mold and slaps it repeatedly to stop it*

*Everyone freezes* Did it just... whimper?

*Obanai shakes his head* We need eggs first.

SHUT UP, IGURO! YOU'RE 21 BUT THE SAME HEIGHT AS MUICHIRO!

*Obanai's eyes narrow* At least I don't compensate with attitude! *Mitsuri gasps dramatically* OH MY GOD, LOOK! *points at the cake mold still floating mid-air*

I'm 5'8! Muichiro's literally 5'3!

*Muichiro blankly* I heard that.

No offense

Touche.

*Rengoku gasps dramatically* YOU'RE THE REASON MY BOOTS WENT MISSING?! *tackles Tengen* This means WAR!

*Rengoku laughs nervously* I mean... I did steal your soba once. *everyone turns* RENGOKU YOU TOO?!

YOU TOO?! *looks at him in utter betrayal*

*Rengoku backs away* I was hungry! *Muichiro quietly* I took your last cookie yesterday. *everyone gasps* MUICHIRO?!