Group Chat:

Victoria: Guys, I baked too much stuff and I need help eating/getting rid of it.

Martin: Just throw some away!

Grace: N0OO000

Victoria: But I made macaroons, cinnamon buns, buttercream cupcakes, royal icing cupcakes, cake etc.

Connor: I'm at the door, FBI open up.

In Victoria's house.

"Yay! Frens." Victoria opened the door as Connor is greeted by the smell of vanilla.

On most of the tabletops, there are pastries, cupcakes, macaroons, and various sweets.

"Don't forget your squad!" Grace ran in, knocking down Connor.

"Grace, chill." Martin walked over them.

Once everyone was situated, and not dog-piling each other, they helped with the sweets.

"Why do you have so much stuff?" Grace asked Victoria, who was quietly nibbling on a macaroon.

"She bakes when stressed." Connor ruffled her blonde hair.

"Yea...Martin and I just got done with exams." Victoria grabbed his hand and held it.

"Well, guess I'm taking these chocolate cookies." Martin grabbed a grocery bag.

"If you get sick, Imma laugh." Grace ate a slice of red velvet cake.

"Don't you guys have exams next week?" Victoria looked at Martin and Grace.

"Yeah, but Imma fail anyways." Grace snorted.

"Grace! Don't think that way!" Martin exclaimed.

"Lol who cares."

"Your parents, your squad, totally not me." Martin shoved an M&M Cookie in his mouth.

"You got whip cream, Vicky?"

"Ya." She started to doze off in sleepiness, laying in Connor's lap.

Grace found whip cream in the refrigerator and put a bunch in Martin's face.

"Hey!" Everyone laughed, and Victoria finally felt de-stressed. Eventually, she feel asleep.