SCENE 7 – “The Truth Behind the Batter”

[INT. COZY KITCHEN – LATE MORNING]

Sunlight filters through the window, casting warm, golden rays across the rustic wooden kitchen. The aroma of toasted bread and warm pancakes fills the air.

Lyria sits at the table now, her tiny legs swinging under the chair, face glowing with joy as she munches on a pancake, fork in one hand, a glob of syrup on her cheek.

“Yum… yum…”

“Tastes like hugs and happiness...”

Meanwhile, her parents stand off to the side, still half-covered in cake batter. Her dad wipes his face with a towel, grinning suspiciously, while her mom folds her arms, pouting just a little.

Her father tries to play innocent, leaning casually against the counter.

“Sooo… what exactly happened in here, dear?

How’d you end up doing a faceplant into a cake bowl?”

Lyria’s mom sighs — deeply, dramatically — and begins her tale, gesturing with exaggerated flair like she’s recounting a heroic battle.

“I was working peacefully, mixing the batter, humming to myself, like any good mother trying to make her child a magical breakfast… when suddenly—”

[FLASHBACK STYLE – CARTOONISH STYLE FILTER]

The screen shifts into a comical flashback. Everything's a little more exaggerated — pastel colors, sound effects, dramatic zoom-ins.

“This huge, weird-looking bug appeared! Its eyes were red! Its legs were like noodles! It had wings like a mini dragon!!”

[Camera pans to the “bug” — it’s the size of a coin and looks... slightly silly.]

She swats at it with a spoon, doing a full martial arts spin with ridiculous sound effects.

“I tried to shoo it away, but then it ZOOMED straight into my face!”

Cue her flailing, spinning, panicking — and then trip-slipping on some flour.

THWUMP!

She crashes backward and the bowl of batter from the counter flies through the air in slow motion...

SPLAAAAT!

Right on her face.

[FLASHBACK ENDS]

Back to present time — she stands there, arms crossed again, like a proud survivor of war.

“...And that’s how the kitchen turned into a disaster zone.”

Lyria’s dad is visibly shaking, lips quivering, trying to hold in his laugh.

“Mmmf… I see... very tragic. Such... drama… mmmhfff...”

But he can’t take it anymore.

“BAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

He doubles over, hands on knees, wheezing.

“Sorry! I’m trying to be supportive, but myyyy staaars—that image! You vs. The Bug King! BAHAHA!”

Lyria’s mom narrows her eyes, face flushing.

“I see... someone wants pancakes in his hair tomorrow.”

Lyria giggles at the table, cheeks puffed with food like a happy chipmunk.

“You guys are so silly…”

She scoops another piece of pancake, lifts it like it’s a sacred offering.

“For peace in the kitchen...” Munch.

[CAMERA WIDENS]

We see this loving trio in their quirky little kitchen — still covered in flour, batter, and laughter. The air feels alive with warmth and magic. This is the kind of morning they’ll always remember, even if they don’t know it yet.