Elodie’s POV
Louis and Anna reach Lena and Conall as we all watch, I have to bite back a laugh at the sight of their station, a tray of what can only be described as a sprinkle explosion, colour scattered so thick across the surface you can barely make out the shape of the biscuits underneath.
'So,' Louis says, picking one up gingerly, 'tell me about your cookie.'
'Honestly?' Lena says wincing. 'Neither of us can bake. At all. We panicked and just started adding things.'
Conall, beside her, rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. We did our best but well . . .'
The judge takes a small, cautious bite, and his expression flickers immediately. 'Yes. Well. That's . . . very raw.'
Really?' Lena asks, mortified, grabbing a cookie and biting into it before spitting it out as she coughs. Besid
