The deck of the Destiny’s Bounty creaked under the weight of a very quiet, very suspicious midnight operation. Jay crept down the hallway in his blue socks, clutching a mixing bowl like a tactical shield. Behind him, Cole tiptoed with a carton of eggs, though every third floorboard groaned beneath his boots like a dying whale. "If Kai wakes up and finds out we’re using the last of the maple syrup," Jay whispered, his voice cracking into a high-pitched squeak, "he’ll turn my nunchucks into desk lamps." "Relax, Blue," Cole whispered back, his deep voice barely a rumble. "Kai is dead to the world. He spent three hours polishing his katana and fell asleep face-down on the couch." They slipped into the galley. The moonlight cut a sharp blue stripe across the steel counter. Zane was already standing there, illuminated by the open door of the refrigerator. He wasn't holding food. He was just staring into the cold white light with his glowing blue eyes. "Zane?" Jay jumped, nearly dropping the bowl. "What are you doing? Calculating the aerodynamic drag of a pancake?" "No," Zane said calmly, shutting the fridge door with a soft thud. "I was observing the condensation patterns. Also, I am programmed to inform you that your sugar intake this week has exceeded safe nutritional parameters by four hundred percent." "Zane, betrayal looks bad on your chassis," Cole said, elbowing the nindroid with a grin. "We need a stack of six each. High-altitude training burns calories." "We sat on the couch and played board games all afternoon," Zane pointed out. "Mental stamina!" Jay shot back, already dumping flour onto the counter in a dusty explosion that coated his eyebrows white. "Do you know how hard it is to lose to Lloyd three times in a row at Ninjagoopoly? It drains the soul." Before Zane could run a diagnostic on their emotional state, a shadow filled the doorway. They froze. Kai stood there in red flannel pajama pants, his messy hair sticking up in three different directions like a startled fire-bird. He crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe, his eyes half-closed. "You're making a mess," Kai muttered. "We can explain!" Jay squeaked, raising the whisk like a tiny surrender flag. "It’s a... a culinary stress test for the team!" Kai stared at them for five long seconds. Then, a slow, tired grin spread across his face. He walked past them, reached into the cupboard, and pulled out a battered iron skillet. "If you burn them," Kai said, tossing the pan onto the stove with a sharp clank, "I get the first three."
To be continued I used some AI and a pic from google
