[ With an expression akin to a cat having just gotten a bath, she begrudgingly lets Harper have her way, although not without looking absolutely dreadful about it. It's on her face, on her clothes, in her hair. All of this screamed Bad Idea That Had Been Waiting To Happen. She was trying to give you an out, bestie. And... well, give herself one too, because honestly her talent was in eating sweets, not making them. ]

I know, but—

[ "No buts!" She could hear her saying it already and, immediately backing down, Luci exhaled. ]

I'm not good at this. I'm never going to be good at this. I don't have a talent for things like this like you do. All I'm going to do is end up messing up your kitchen more than I already have.

[ She has a talent for that, at least. ]