Gemotions

"Right, Lily, let’s go," Ben said, a grin stretching across his face. "The infamous pizza-making contest of '17. What do you recall?" He rubbed his hands together.

Lily, leaning against a countertop, laughed. "I remember a kitchen covered in flour, a fire alarm, and a very inedible pizza."

"But the enthusiasm! The sheer artistry! We were culinary geniuses!" He spread his arms wide, reliving the moment. "I recall the look on your face when the sauce splattered."

“I recall an awful smell and us ordering takeout,” she said. “You, on the other hand, were already planning our next masterpiece.”