Mikey's startled yelp drew Raph from his video game to the kitchen to see what was going on. He had ignored the banging, cursing, splatting, and other general disturbing noises carried through the lair from the kitchen since Mikey had taken Skie in there nearly two hours ago. His jaw dropped at the sight and he found himself doing nothing but blinking at the mess in the kitchen.

Skie stood at the center of the mess looking confused as hell as she blinked at a glob of brown something that was slowly dripping off the ceiling. The kitchen was nearly swimming in that same brown something, dripping off cabinets, smeared over the floor, and sliding down Mikey's face. Noticing they had an audience Skie flashed Raph a smile and held out the spoon that held a small amount of the glop on it. "Wanna try my brownies?"

Mikey looked horrified and shook his head adamantly. Raph cleared his throat and started backing away. "Next time Princess….." Using his honed ninja skills he was gone before her face could turn into a glare as she turned her attention back to the glob on the ceiling.

"How do we get it back in the bowl?" The small red head asked her orange masked companion. Mikey eyed the petite disaster with red curls and pretty blue eyes. Honestly he wasn't all too clear how the hell it ended up on the ceiling to begin with, let alone how to get it down. And he was defiantly not sure he wanted it back in the bowl so much as the trash can.

"Ok. So brownies aren't your strong suite, maybe we should start smaller. Like scrambled eggs, or cereal in a bowl….." Mikey suggested as he moved to retrieve the trash can. "I'll get something to start cleaning this up with, be right back. You just…..don't try to cook anything…" How had it gone so wrong? It was brownies from a box no less! Leaving her standing in the kitchen he quickly went to retrieve something to try and clean that explosion up. He knew one thing for sure, the next time they needed a sure fire way to beat an enemy, he was gonna send her into their kitchen to cook. They'd be goners before they even realized what a natural disaster the little thing could be. Any that were left would have to eat what they could scrape off a surface. That was sure to kill them off. Then again perhaps that was a little too cruel...to their enemies that is.

Skie watched him leave the room in amusement. "Well. I did warn him." She reminded herself as she again eyed the glob of brown on the ceiling. "Warned who?" Donnie asked as he came into the kitchen and headed straight for the coffee maker…..under the brown goop.

"Uhhh I warned Mikey. " Biting her lip she split her attention between the two. "Say Donnie you might not want to stand right…." Donnie let out a surprised yelp as the brown sticky and far too gooy to be brownie, gunk splatted on his head. "There." She finished with a shrug at the turtle as he tried to wipe the substance off of him. "Here let me get you a towel."

Donni made a face as some of this stuff got in his mouth. "What is this!" He snapped as he flung some of it off his fingers and to the floor. "It tastes like glue and dirt!"

Skie pouted at him as she handed him the towel. "Its brownies thank you very much." Came her petulant response as she reached out a finger and wiped some off of him. "Can't possibly taste all that bad." Her insistence was cut short as she started gagging on the bit she licked off her finger. Holy crap that was nasty! Raph smirked from the doorway, having wanted to see Donni's response to the girl and her 'brownies'.

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Three hours later found the kitchen spotless and Skie fresh from her shower. A pair of clean jeans and a light blue sweater replaced the ones she had been wearing earlier. Humming slightly she tossed the towel in the small bin and headed out of the bathroom, stopping short when she heard Georgie's booming laughter. "I told you she couldn't cook!" His voice snorted, then laughed again.

Frowning Skie entered the room and glared at the tall man. "I'll have you know I can cook just fine. " She informed him with a nod of her head, sending her wet curls to bouncing. "I have yet to ruin a bowl of Ramen or burn my mac and cheese." Mikey doubted that after seeing her fiasco with the brownies but wasn't about to bruise her ego anymore than it already had been. Instead he just offered her a cup of hot chocolate and a smile.

Returning his smile she took a sip of the hot liquid and was instantly pacified. "You should bottle that stuff Mike. Make a fortune off of it as a female taming liquid." Georgie teased with a smirk to Skie as he watched her sit down and consume her chocolate heaven. "I brought you everything you'll need to set up a dark room here." He told her as she focused on the chocolate liquid in her cup instead of looking up at him. "I even double checked to make sure I got the chemical stuff right this time. Good thing for these guys you're a better photographer than you are cook."

Continuing to ignore him she sipped at the steaming cup. They weren't going to like what she had to say, in fact she was positive they wouldn't. The only way to get away with what she wanted was to fudge the truth just a little. "I have to get my camera. I put the film canister with the pictures in the bag with it." Chancing a glance up over the rim of the mug she could see her calculation had been correct. "I locked it in one of those storage things at the bus station." Pulling the key from her pocket on her jeans. "Lucky 13."

Georgie glared at her. "Of all the stupid things to do! I know you should know better, but somehow I'm not surprised you didn't!"

"You'll have to excuse me for not thinking straight as I'm running for my life from a bunch of guys with guns! Guns meant to shoot and kill me!" Skie shot right back as she shoved the key in her pocket again and got to her feet. "Shouting at me about my idiot choices and lifestyle are not going to get my camera back. So I suggest you shuck it up and decide how to get me to the bus station while I get my jacket."

Standing she shoved the cup into Mikey's hand and quickly made her way out of the room. True she had been counting on Georgie's reaction to substantiate her claim, but it didn't hurt any less that he actually thought she would be that stupid. Picking up her jacket off the bed she had painstakingly made she slipped her hand into the inside pocket and pulled out the little black canister. "Stupid indeed you jackass." She muttered quietly as she slipped it back into the pocket and pulled her jacket on.

Turning she jumped as her eyes met the cocky ones of a certain red banded turtle. "Playing games Princess?" He was leaning against the doorway, having followed her after she left the room. "What's yer angle?"

Frowning Skie crossed her arms over her chest and eyed Raph. "They won't let me get my camera if they know I have it." He didn't have to verify that, they both knew it was true. "I don't respond well to leashes and I need to get out of here for a bit." Not that she didn't appreciate the place to crash or the help, but a lot had happened in the last twenty four hours. She needed a bit of digesting time despite her ability to adapt quickly, not to mention a little fresh air.

Raph out of all of them could understand that. "You watch it." He said as he moved forward and held out a can of mace to her. "I don't wanna be savin ya all tha damn time little girl." Taking the mace with a snort her freshly gloved fingers slipped it into her pocket.

"This princess likes to save herself thanks." Moving past him she paused in the door and threw a smirk over her shoulder at him. "Besides, I could always just offer to cook for them. Bet that would make even Splinter cry."