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“R-T, that is salt not sugar, put it down.”
“But I already put it in.”
Lawrie slammed the cookbook on the kitchen counter.
“Jeez calm down, I barely put any in. I doubt he’ll even notice.”
Lawrie rolled his eyes and he looked back at the cookbook.
Larry had broken his leg at work while he was testing out one of the new “rides” at Velocirapids, and he was sent to the hospital so he could fully recover. Lawrie and R-T had the idea to try and bake cookies for him to help him feel better.
But saying that everything was going badly would be an understatement.
“We need three eggs.”
R-T opened the fridge. “We only have two, will it still work?”
“What?!” Lawrie walked over to the fridge, and there were only two eggs, “I thought we had more.”
“It’s just one egg missing, I’m sure it’s fine.” R-T said as he grabbed the two eggs and placed them near the mixing bowl, “what’s next?”
Lawrie looked at the recipe. “We need flour, baking soda… oh, we did need salt.”
“I knew it, even though I didn’t really know it.”
“Will you just shut up and get the stuff?!”
R-T grabbed the flour, and he had the idea to throw some flour at Lawrie, but when he tried to throw a little bit, almost half of the bag came out and it went everywhere.
“R-T WHAT THE HELL?!”
After the mess was cleaned up and all the ingredients were thrown in the bowl, they finally put the cookies in the oven.
Ten minutes passed and Lawrie took the cookies out of the oven.
“Lawrie, these look like crap.” R-T said when he saw them.
“They do, and I bet they taste like shit too.”
“Are you going to try one?”
“No? I’m not eating this shit.”
“But Larry’s going to eat it, right?”
They both stared at each other for an uncomfortably long time.
“Maybe he’ll like it…?” Lawrie finally said.
“Well, I guess it’s worth a shot.”
Larry laid in the hospital bed, watching the movie that was playing on the TV. He was confused, because his brothers usually came to visit him around this time.
The door to his room finally opened, and Lawrie and R-T walked in holding a plate.
“Hey Larry,” Lawrie said while handing him the plate, “we made something for you.”
Larry looked at the stuff on the plate, he had no idea what they were. “What are these?”
“They’re chocolate chip cookies.”
He grabbed one and he looked at it. ‘This looks nothing like a chocolate chip cookie.’ He thought to himself before he took a bite of it. It tasted terrible, it was salty and burnt and it felt stale. He spat it out in one of the trash bins next to his hospital bed. “It tastes terrible.”
“I told you!” R-T said to Lawrie, “I told you he wouldn’t like it!”
“R-T SHUT UP.”
“I appreciate it guys, but this does not taste good.” Larry said to them with a hint of a laugh in his voice. They knew he was being sincere when he said he appreciated the effort, and they knew that the cookies would taste like shit, but it still hurt to hear.
“Sorry Larry, we just wanted to help you feel better.” R-T said.
“Don’t worry about it, having you both here is good enough for me. Maybe once I get out, we can bake cookies that don’t taste terrible.”
They all agreed to it, after all Larry was the only one who actually knew how to bake.