[Drabble Week 1, 100% OJ] Paperweight

Kyoko, like a scolding headmistress, continued pacing in front of Saki. Her hair was singed.

“Why are we here?” she asked.

“...Because I blew up the kitchen.”

“My kitchen. On my birthday.”

Saki winced. Inside her head, she had put herself in the category of 'bad houseguest'.

“Why did you blow up my kitchen?”

“There was a gust, and my newspaper–”

“So you hastily put something on the newspaper.”

“Yes.”

“And it was a stick grenade.”

“I'm sorry!”

Sighing, Kyoko put down the plate of cake that survived the blast. Slowly, deliberately, she pushed her friend's face into it.