September 13th
I'm the problem
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"Okay, this can't be coincidence at this point."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
Peter raised an eyebrow. "Every time I bake with you something just happens to go wrong." He said.
Edmund blinked. "Oh yeah," He muttered. "Because I'm the problem, place the blame on me."
"Hey, I'm really good at baking usually." Peter defended. "When I'm baking by myself at least."
Edmund nearly laughed. "I think this is just an excuse." He said. "You're just having a bad day."
"I never have a bad day." Peter said firmly.
Edmund snorted. "Oh yes you do." He said.
Peter glared at him. "Are you gonna help me make another cake or is Lucy not going to have one for her party?" He asked.
"I'll help you." Edmund said. "If you're sure you want me to, because apparently I'm cursed."
Peter smirked. "Just keep an eye on it when it's cooking next time." He said.
"I will if you will."
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