Jacob was right. Seth was terrible in the kitchen. Every time we took our eyes away from him, he was either burning something or mixing and mixing ingredients that had no business being together. I sighed, watching Seth proudly holding up a charred, lumpy pancake that was somehow undercooked in the middle and blackened at the edges.
Why did we have pancakes for lunch? I have no idea. I think he is only trying to do what he can to impress me.
“Ta-da!" he announced, grinning like he’d just presented a gourmet masterpiece.
Jacob shot me a look—See what I have to deal with?—before turning back to Seth. "Dude, I think you just reinvented the concept of ‘inedible.’"
Seth frowned, examining his creation. "It’s not that bad." He broke off a piece and popped it into his mouth before eith
