"Is that blood?"

Misty glanced down at her hand then back at Ash. "No?"

"That's not a question you're supposed to answer with another question," he replied. "Besides, what are you doing?" Just then, Ash caught a whiff of smoke floating out of the kitchen, followed by the high-pitched screeching of the smoke alarm. Misty's psyduck fled from the kitchen, its hands pressed against the sides of its head. Ash's eyes widened. "Are you cooking?"

Misty smiled sheepishly. "Maybe?"

Ash's thoughts switched between Misty's hand and the smell of burnt food; he didn't know what fire to put out first, although it probably wouldn't be a bad idea to start with the actual fire. He raced into the kitchen, waving his hand wildly to disperse the smoke coming out of the oven. Grabbing an oven mitt, he yanked open the oven door and pulled out the pan Misty had placed inside. Smoke continued to filter out of the oven, so Ash grabbed a towel and began waving it up and down to dissipate the smoke.

To Ash's relief, the smoke alarm screeched to a halt as Misty walked into the kitchen. She cautiously walked around him and over to the abandoned cooking pan. Ash glanced over to see what he swore were evenly placed lumps of coal.

Misty grabbed a lump of coal, tentatively taking a bite. Ash watched as she chewed-or tried to-smiling and muttering about how, even though they were a little overdone, her cookies still turned out tasting good. She tried her best to convince him, but when she winced in pain from trying to take a bite out of her cookies, her facade slipped, and she let the cookie fall back onto the pan.

"I'm sorry," she mumbled. "I just wanted to do something nice, but this turned into a disaster!"

"Misty..." Ash pitied her. He grabbed her hand, taking a closer look at the cut on her finger. Definitely a cooking accident, he concluded. Ash sighed, pulling her toward the bathroom. "Let's get you bandaged up, and we'll go to the store to get some cookies."