Scowling slightly, Mackenzie put out her cigarette, this cooking thing was already not working out for her. No smoking? She knew there was a reason she had never bothered with learning. That and it wasn't like her mother was ever a kitchen person. Kia would cook once in a while but that was the way her sister was. Obsessively maternal.

"Shit, you're like the incredibly Italian Emeril, you know that?" She said, smirking at him. She had no idea if Emeril was actually Italian or not, but she knew he said BAM a lot. "Alright boss, capische! I think I can handle this." She took the sifter from Vinnie and began to sift flower into the bowl he provided her. It was strangely calming, she felt a lot more relaxed than usual.

"Uh...I've been hiding out in Hunter's room actually," She said quietly, continuing her flour therapy. "Tatum and I...got into a fight about Frankie the other day. I might have broken Frankie's nose."