I’ll just buzz around the kitchen and get this done in no time since I’m not baking anything complicated.
Miró, quit licking the counter! Alanis, get your nose out of the cupboard!
Here, take these chewies and go outside.
You're done already? Gurg.
You want to smear your nose all over the spice jars? Fine, they’re closed. If you get burned from hovering so close to the oven, I don’t care; it’s your own fault. Do what you want. I’m sure no one will notice a little dog hair in their cookies.