They stood there, still partially in shock. Both of them were absolutely covered in the stuff. The mess was everywhere, white goop coating the walls and even some on the ceiling. Steven was still breathing a little heavily from the shock.

"This is terrible," Steven groaned. "How are we supposed to clean this all up?"

Zinnia licked her finger and swallowed the remnants of the extremely short-lived pie. "Who said that I'm going to help you?"

"It was your idea," Steven protested. A particularly large piece of pie was slowly sliding down his suit. He plucked it off, only to have it crumble into burnt bread and lemon cream in his hand. Zinnia snickered at his discomfort, and he considered for a childish moment throwing it at the small woman. She really had influenced him terribly.

"Yeah, but it's not my kitchen." Zinnia smirked at him and finished off the rest of the pie filling splattered on her fingers. "The pie itself isn't half bad, you know."

"I'm pretty sure it's poisonous. How else could it explode in my oven?" One moment the whole operation had been going fairly successfully- not counting half a bag of flour that Zinnia had spilled on the ground- and the next the pie had turned into a miniature grenade.

"Probably because you set the temperature to 500 Celsius," Zinnia retorted. "And now my clothes are covered in pie, and it looks like I was in a bukakke."

"A pie bukakke," Steven said, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "An interesting concept, to be sure. But these suits cost far too much for them to be ruined like this."

Zinnia snorted. "Your daddy's company is worth more than half of Hoenn combined. You guys probably use money as toilet paper. What's one designer suit to you?"

"I like these suits. They're very fashionable. Not that you'd know anything about fashion, with that cape of yours."

She rolled her eyes. "The point is, I was right. You can't make a pie. And now you have to clean up the mess. I'm going to use your shower."

"I do believe we bet on each other that we couldn't make the pie. And I was right, too. Your crust tastes awful."

"You should've labeled the sugar and the salt," she said, her voice echoing from upstairs. The water turned on.

With a sigh, Steven bent down and started to clean up. He did have to admit, though, that the lemon cream pie tasted rather nice.