“Alright. It looks like everyone has finished up their baking. While everyone waits for them to cool we will clean up. Those of you who have made the biggest mess need to clean the more.” His eyes drifted to Asher who was still covered in flour as if he was attempting to be a ghost for Halloween early.

Art was already hard at work wiping down his counter and scrubbing out the sink. The nearby students were watching him speed through every possible surface that was within reach. “Hahaha fear me grime and dust. I shall defeat you in the name of justice.” They heard this and immediately thought that Art had lost his mind at such a young age, But at least he was doing the best cleaning.

Mr. Smith made a small note in his grade book. He had not expected someone in his class to have such a talent. Asher on the other hand looked like he was about to flood the sink. Luckily Jane was there to catch him before the sink over flowed on to the floor. She waited until he was not looking and slid his massive cookie in to the trash. “Oh now Asher! Your cookie fell in to the trash when we weren’t looking! I guess you will just have to share mine with me.”

“What!? NOOOOOOOO My poor child, how could this happen. You were so perfect and delectable..” Jane swore she saw him shed a tear.

“It will all be OK, you know what they say Asher, If you love something let it fall in the trash.” She faltered at the last line trying to change the cliche saying to match the salutation.

Asher sniffled slightly, “People really say that?”

“Yea of course.” Jane did not hesitate and went all in.

“Thanks, I know you are just saying that.” Asher went back to cleaning and Jane went back to following him fixing his chaos.

Within a short twenty minutes the entire kitchen looked more or less like it had when they had forgotten in there. In the case of Art, the space he used looked almost brand new. He had put some serious elbow grease in to his cleaning.

“Everyone can take whatever they made home. Just don’t eat them all at lunch or you could feel unwell later.” Mr. Smith saw the bell was about to ring and handed everyone a bag. He came to Asher and shook his head a little making Asher wonder, ‘what’s wrong?’ In this moment Asher had been given the nickname the clueless cook by each and every person in the room.

‘How am I going to explain to Mrs. Ronan that Asher can’t cook to save his life. He nearly poisoned himself today alone!’ Art was having a moral dilemma at this thought and couldn’t bring himself to build the courage to speak to Asher’s mother later.

“Asher, you need to try my cookies!” Jane held up a chocolaty dripping cookie, it was pretty much all melted chocolate chips at this point.

“Sure, they look extra chocolate chip flavored!” Not wanting to say no to a cookie Asher stuffed the whole cookie in to his mouth. ‘Is there even any cookie in this?’ He could only feel melted chocolate in his mouth.

“So? Soooo? Do you love it?’ Jane couldn’t contain her excitement any longer and wanted to what all the things he said about it. She had a good feeling about this double chocolate chips she had added.

‘I can’t say that it is just chocolate and not cookie…what do I tell her?’ Asher wracked his brain for the right words but decided just to stick with simple. “This is the most chocolaty cookie i have ever had.” He feared this would not be the right response since Jane did not react instantly.

After a few seconds of tense silence “you really think do?” Asher nodded slightly holding his gaze on Jane. “Yess! I knew you would love them.” She gave a little hop and bounced on her feet happy as all else. Asher breathed a sigh of relief, ‘I’m safe’.

Art came over with four bags of cookies. “Here I made some for you two as well.” His bags of cookies were evenly portioned for each of them. They were all exactly the same and had a perfect round shape.

“Whoa these look like they came out of a magazine cover. Are you sure they are real?’ Asher pulled one out and held it as if he was holding the world’s most delicate item. He bit in to it finding that there was a perfect balance of crunchy and gooey chocolate chips. “This is the cookie of the gods and angels and immortals and and…” Asher ran out of words to praise them. Jane heard this and grabbed one out of the bag to eat too.

She felt that her body was melting as soon as she slipped on under her mask and in to her mouth. “You win this one for now Art.” Her words were quiet and threatening. ‘I will make better cookies one day’ Jane promised herself she would crush Art next time.

“Huh? This is just how my grandma taught me how to cook when I was little. She always dragged me in to the kitchen when my brother was training, I have no idea why.” Art may have been blind to this but the others knew there was a deeper meaning to it.

“Sounds like you had a pretty awesome grandma Art.” Art just nodded remembering how cool it was to see his grandmother manipulate the iron skillets in the kitchen with her super power making them change in to any tool she needed. He knew he couldn’t do the same with his power but he had hope that one day he would be able to use his power to the same precision.

Art placed his cookies in to his bag just as the bell rang. “Yes It’s time for lunch then we can go off and focus on learning combat! I have been waiting all day.” Art came back to reality wanting to get in to the second fitness challenge for the day. He planned to put his all in to combat and learn as much as possible.

“Hey!” A familiar voice called for the trio as they left the kitchen. When they all turned around Sammy was slamming her bag around her shoulders and holding a brown paper bag with her lunch in it. “Where are you all eating today? Mind if I join?’

“Yea sure, we all brought lunch today so we are heading up to the roof tables. It’s a good spot to eat, pretty quiet.” Asher had no reason to tell her not to join them. After all she was their friend now too who had eaten with them just the other day.

The four made their way to the roof and sat at the largest table. They Were the only students that were eating up there so they could relax freely. “I’ve never been up here before, the wind is so nice.” Sammy was enjoying the slight breeze from being so high up.

Aren’t you used to wind by now? It’s literally your super power.” Art wasn’t the only one wondering about this.

“Well I started to feel there are different kinds of winds you know? Up here it’s soft and peaceful, when it will rain it’s sad and slow. When it will storm it is angry and mean. You get me?” She tilted her head wondering if they were feeling the same things as her.

“It might just be you, your power probably lets you have some insight in to what is going with the wind currents and what they will bring.” Jane was logical in her response since it would only make sense that Sammy would have this as part of her power.

“I should make a list of what each wind emotion means…It might help.” Asher was pulling out his journal as he said this making sure that he wrote these down. ‘If I even hear her say the wind is sad I will make sure I have my umbrella ready.’ This plan would definitely come in handy later.

“Well right now the wind seems excited, I wonder why? The sky is all clear. The wind is only excited when big clouds fly over.” Sammy seemed confused looking at the clear sky. Not surprisingly as they finished their lunch a massive white puffy cloud had come out of nowhere and was drifting past the school. The sun cast it’s shadow in to the ground.

“Well how about that, excited wind means that a big cloud will show up…” Asher looked up at the sky as the bell rang signaling that they needed to get to the next class. The trio said goodbye to Sammy who was rushing off to her own class. Asher scribbled in to his notebook as they rushed off as well.