"A Vanilla Disaster" "Another one? Oh, Nell, I'm so sorry." Hanna placed a comforting hand on her friend's arm. "I know, I know. It's just...how am I supposed to supply the high school Bake-a-thon tomorrow?" Nell's bottom lip trembled. "I've ruined all the vanilla cupcakes!" Hanna inhaled the air, thick with the scent of burnt sugar. "Well, I have an idea." "Really, Hanna? After the last—" "Shh, Nell. Just trust me, alright?" Hanna grinned. "I'll pop out to the car for a sec, let's see if I can't save your buns." "Your puns, Hanna. Really?" But there was a flicker of hope in Nell's eyes. Hanna winked as she exited the bakery, only to return a moment later with a large tin in hand. "Feast your eyes on these babies!" She smirked, revealing a tray of perfectly iced chocolate cupcakes. "These are gorgeous! But...wait, how—" "Just between us, I've been experimenting with a recipe I found in an old cookbook." Hanna winked again, more coy this time. "Old cookbook?" Nell's voice was laced with suspicion, but her teary eyes had dried. "Never you mind that for now. What's important is we save this bake-a-thon. I'll box these up, and no one will be the wiser, alright?" "I don