Last Sunday, I woke up to the smell of cheesy potatoes. When I went out to the kitchen, Hailes was making cupcakes. Some were already baked and on the counter. I was super confused, but in my brain, I convinced myself that cupcakes could smell similar to cheesy potatoes. I mean, it smelled good. Hailes just said she couldn't smell anything because she had cold.
I went back to my room.
Suddenly, the air smelled very very gross. I mean, really gross.
When I went back into the kitchen Hailes said off-handedly: "There were some cheesy potatoes left over from conference in the bottom oven."
There was a pause. Then she said, "They're really moldy."
Then she said, "Sorry, I was cooking them on accident."