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[supernova1006]

That was definitely a dragon right there. A sun dragon. There went all the little shreds of confidence Jin had managed to stitch together during his time here.

"S-Sorry, ma'am...I, I don't think I...h-heard you clearly before..."

"Powers, clear the wax out of your ears, orangey! I'm gonna have to think of a different name than that, hmmm, Tangerines is already taken you see. Anyway never mind! I said, please hand me those measuring cups! These cookies won't bake themselves, you know."

"Oh. Y-Yes, ma'am, right away, ma'am..."

He rushed over to the drawer and dug out the measuring cups, not bothering to question why a sun dragon was standing in the kitchen baking cookies. Never question a sun dragon.

"Awful quick to jump, arentcha?" the dragon said as she accepted the measuring cups. "Hmmm...interesting! Say, orangey, would you grab me that flour?"

He grabbed the flour.

"And the mixing bowl?"

He picked that up as well.

"And the eggs?"

Somehow he managed to balance the carton of eggs on the flour.

"And the sugar? And that wooden spoon, and the vanilla extract, and the chocolate chips, and the oatmeal, and the raisins, and the peanut butter, and the measuring spoons, and the nutmeg, and milk, and the butter, and that saucepan, and that skillet, and grab me that turtle while you're at it, and that box there, and the molasses, careful, don't spill it, and the arugula and the rootabaga and the matcha and that glass and that bit of copper wire and that mousetrap and..."

She drew back, crossed her arms across her chest and grinned at the gigantic pile of things he was somehow managing to hold. She couldn't even see his face past it.

"And if you could just leeeeeeean down and grab that napkin off the floor?"

He leaned. The stack wobbled. He went down to one knee. The pile tipped. He leaned the other way. Then the other. Then the other. He made a noise like a squeak.

CRASH.

Jin ended up on his butt on the floor, a stick of butter in his ear, two eggs on his head and flour absolutely coating the entire room.

"I'm so sorry, ma'am, I didn't mean to, I'm so sorry, I just, I'll clean it all up, don't worry, I'll..."

He barely even noticed that she'd fallen over laughing.