"What do you mean you summoned me by accident?"

"I thought it was a cookbook okay, I didn't know I was gonna summon an ancient demon of destruction (change that to three dead lords) by reading a cake recipe."

A/N: This fic started from the prompts above.

"Half teaspoon of freshly grated nutmeg, half teaspoon of sea salt."

It was late, way beyond the normal hour that she would be in bed. Still worth it though. Good thing I don't have to work for the next two days, she thought while putting the ingredients together.

"Two teaspoons of cinnamon, quarter teaspoon of ginger."

Ursa suddenly felt a cloud of strange static electricity, but as soon as it appeared, the static disappeared. She looked around her apartment, but after finding nothing, shook her head and dismissed the feeling after noticing that her computer was still turned on.

"Mix the wet and dry ingredients together. Preheat the oven to 350 degrees."

The temperature seemed to drop slightly. She rubbed her tattooed arms and quickly grabbed her knit cardigan that was hanging behind one of the chairs in the kitchen. What is going on here? Ursa wondered if she was either starting to get sick or just is in dire need of sleep. Sleep, she decided. I will go to bed after these muffins are done. She then poured the batter into the muffin tins and put it in the oven.

"Bake the cake for 30 to 40 minutes or until golden brown."

As soon as Ursa said those words and set the timer, a loud crack was heard and she felt the temperature drop ten degrees. A shiver ran up her spine and she stiffened.

"Human, why have you summoned us?" A rough bass voice asked.

Ursa blanched and all colour left her face as soon as she turned around. Three large, heavily armored, glowing zombie-like figures stared down at her. And they had her trapped against the counter. And all she had was a wooden spoon.

"Summon wha..?" she squeaked, her voice three pitches higher than normal.

The three dead lords watched as the woman's face ran through a myriad of expressions before settling on looking extremely scared and confused. Basileus took particular delight in her distress and decided to suddenly shift closer and yell, "Boo!"

Ursa screamed and jumped onto the counter.

"Basileus!" Judicator bellowed at the laughing dead lord. He then muttered, "Humans, always so frightened, and Basileus never has any self-control."

Ursa watched the exchange as the ghost with the locks reprimanded 'Basileus' who burst out laughing. She swore that the former rolled his eyes when the helmeted ghost replied that he "couldn't help it" and it was just too good to pass up. Judicator turned back to her, lifting his hands up as if placating a scared animal, "I… apologize for my… colleague's… behavior. Now please, tell us what did you summon us here for."

"I didn't summon anything." Ursa replied, slowly sliding back onto the ground.

The scarfed specter, who was quiet until now, demanded, "Don't lie to us, human!"

"Holy fucking shit. This is way too fucking late for this." Ursa grumbled as she glanced at the time on the clock before turning to glare at the three specters, all thoughts of fear forgotten, "Look, I don't know anything about summoning any one, let alone magic of any sort. All I know is that I was trying to bake some muffins using this!" She pointed at the book on the counter.

"I read the recipe, and then here you are, damn near giving me a heart attack!" The woman then breathed out a sigh, trying to calm down, "Something must have happened that you were summoned here by accident."

"What do you mean that you summoned us by accident?" the scarfed one asked suspiciously.

Ursa threw her arms up in frustration, "I thought it was a cookbook okay?! I didn't know I was going summon three ghosts by reading a cake recipe. Plus, I don't even know who you are! You guys can go back to wherever you came from, for all I care."

"You don't know who we are."

"Not. One. Bit."

The lock spectre pinched his face where his nose used to be as if trying to get rid of a headache before straightening his posture, saying, "We are the dead lords who hold court for the Lord of Bones. I am the Judicator. This is Basileus and Phariseer." Gesturing to his left and right, respectively.

"It's only polite that I tell you my name. I am Ursa." The woman replied.

A lovely aroma wafted through the apartment.

"What is that smell?" Phariseer asked.

"How did you…" Ursa stopped herself and decided to let it be, "That smell is from the muffins in the oven."

"Muffins?"

"Hm… they're essentially little cakes." She shrugged.

The timer went off not a moment later. Ursa quickly removed the muffins to let them cool, with the dead lords looking over her shoulder with interest. She went to put away the oven mitts and when she turned back, the three specters were still looking at the slowly cooling muffins.

Ursa nearly laughed at the sight before clearing her throat to catch their attention.

An awkward pause hung in the air.

"May I have one?"

"Can you even eat?"