The big house's usually spotless kitchen was a mess.
Will and Nico had spontaneously decided on a rainy day that they should bake a batch of cookies, and the process was much longer than cooking.com had estimated.

There were a number of issues.
1. Will had a slight addiction to cookie dough
2. Nico loves chocolate
3. Neither of them were very good at cooking, despite Nico being a raw Italian

Nico started off well, determined to make the "perfect" cookies, organizing the measuring cups and ingredients, while Will snuck around in the background, eating chocolate bits and adding more sugar to the recipes than suggested, insisting "more is better".

"WILL you stop consuming our ingredients!?" Nico called out, as Will looked on, guilty.

"Fine, but only if you admit to your chocolate thievery!" Nico looked astounded.

"I would NEVER!" He half-yelled, contradicting the chocolate stuck to his face.

"Doubtful."

Nico tried to distract him as he mixed the flour, butter, eggs, and sugar together, commanding Will to add more chocolate chips. What he didn't see, however, was the handful of flour Will accumulated, or the direction in which it was thrown (towards Nico).

Suddenly he was entrapped in a cloud of white, a stark contrast to his usual black clothing. Now came the revenge- Nico smashed an egg on Will's head, and sparked a full-on food war. By the time they had finished, there was a coat of flour and baking soda over the entire kitchen, including the floor, and the cookie dough had been mostly eaten raw.

Will claimed, "As a doctor, I can assure you that salmonella is a myth when in the context of cookie dough. It's statistically impossible!"

The two cleaned up after themselves, but none of the other campers could figure out why each had consistently coughed up their lungs the next morning, except for Will and Nico, who insisted the experience was

"Worth it."

A little bit of sugar, but lots of poison, too. -Melanie Martinez