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The video opens to Peter, Harley, Ned, and MJ sitting on Peter’s bed. 

“Hey everyone, welcome back to the Ironfam!” Peter says brightly. “I am obviously here with these guys, and today we are filming a very special video!”

“Peter turns seventeen tomorrow,” MJ interrupts. “And as you can see, he’s very excited about it.” 

“I am!” Peter exclaims happily. “Tomorrow, August 10th, I will legally be allowed to use magic outside of Hogwarts!” 

“Dude,” Harley says, turning to give him a judgemental look. “You didn’t go to Hogwarts.” 

“But if I did,” Peter rolls his eyes. “I would be graduating.” 

“Technically,” Ned interjects. “You would be beginning your seventh year. Hermione turned seventeen the beginning of her sixth year, since her birthday was in September, but Harry turned seventeen right before he started seventh year, because his birthday was before September 1.” 

“Well, whatever,” Peter waves a hand dismissively. “Either way, I could still legally do magic outside of Hogwarts.” 

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“So!” Peter picks up. “We’re having a birthday party. And I thought about filming the whole thing, but decided… that would probably be boring to all of you. So instead, we’re gonna film a fun sort of video in honor of my birthday. We’ll tell you what that is tomorrow morning. I just wanted to film this tonight because I am so ******* excited for my birthday! But it’s kinda late, so-”

“We’ll see you guys tomorrow morning!” Harley cuts him off, waving at the camera, then turns to Peter. “Now, can I please go to bed?” 

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Peter is standing behind the kitchen counter, alone.

“Why hello there, Ironfam,” he says brightly. “So good to see you all at a reasonable hour of the day. Everyone is still mad at me because I made them film the intro with me at almost midnight last night, and I am apparently the only one who thinks that’s not that late.” 

“Just get on with the actual video,” MJ’s voice comes from behind the camera. 

“Alright, alright, jeez,” Peter says, rolling his eyes at the camera. “So, the activity we are doing today in honor of my birthday, as you have probably already seen by the title, is Birdbox Cooking Birthday Cake Edition. So, in case you don’t know what this is, I’m going to be trying to bake a cake while I’m blindfolded.” 

“We’re here to make sure he doesn’t die,” Ned adds from behind the camera. “We’ll be putting it into the oven and taking it out, but he’s got to do everything else by himself.” 

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Ingredients for a cake are now sitting on the counter in front of Peter, as well as measuring cups, an electric mixer, a bowl, and a pan. Peter is already blindfolded. 

“So, Harley put out all the ingredients,” Peter says. “But I already had the blindfold on, so I don’t know where anything is. Let’s get started!”

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“I don’t even know what I need first,” Peter says, reaching out and feeling around. “I guess… flour?” 

He reaches out in front of him, and his hand lands on a large bag of espresso powder. 

“This feels like flour,” he decides. “Now I assume that we need about… four cups of flour?” 

He reaches out, grabs the measuring cup, and scoops out four cups of the powder. MJ snorts from behind the camera. 

“Don’t laugh at me,” Peter says indignantly. “I’m trying my best!” 

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MJ is sitting in front of a computer, headphones on, looking straight into the camera. 

“Hi guys,” she says. “So I’m editing this right now, and I thought I’d tell you. Peter is attempting to make a chocolate cake here. Usually espresso powder comes in little jars, but Mr. Stark buys it in bulk because he’s addicted and extra. The recipe we’re using calls for one. Teaspoon. Of this powder. Peter obviously just added four cups. I’m surprised we’re still alive.” 

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We’re back to Peter, who is feeling around. 

“So now we need, like, two cups of sugar,” Peter says, grabbing the back of flour. “But I don’t feel like measuring **** anymore, so I’m just gonna pour some in.” 

He grabs the bag, lifts it up, and dumps the whole thing into the bowl, causing it to erupt in a cloud of powder all over the kitchen. All four teenagers start coughing. 

“That wasn’t the sugar,” Peter coughs. “That was the flour. Which makes me wonder what I put in first. But whatever. Maybe I’ll just grab everything and dump the whole thing in. That seems like a good idea.” 

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The camera shows Ned, MJ, and Harley, all three of whom are shaking their heads at the camera, looking a mixture of exasperated and afraid for their lives.

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There’s a time-lapse of Peter dumping in entire containers of sugar, cocoa powder, baking powder, baking soda, salt, buttermilk, vegetable oil, and vanilla. MJ is seen helping him with boiling water. Peter attempts to crack three eggs, but ends up just smashing them. He shrugs, and drops his handfuls of egg and shell into the mixture.

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“Alright!” Peter says brightly. “Time to mix it up!” 

He lifts up an electric mixture, sticks the beaters into the mound of powder, and turns it on full speed. 

The powders explode. Everything is flung everywhere. The entire kitchen looks like it was bombed with cake mix. Peter keeps mixing.

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“So we got it mixed,” says Peter, who is covered from head to toe with cake mix. “It was a bit of an… experience, but you know. We got it done. I’ve sprayed a cake pan, and poured the mix in,” (this explains the large pile of mix that Peter’s leaning in) “And one of those three,” he gestures at the camera. “Put it in the oven. I set the timer for thirty minutes at 450 degrees, because that seems like the correct time at temperature. Now we wait!” 

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MJ is in front of the computer again. 

“So obviously he’s ruined everything,” she says, rolling her eyes. “For anyone wondering, this recipe says to bake it at 350 degrees for thirty minutes. This cake is gonna burn. Or still be raw, because it’s about three batches in one.” 

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Peter is still blindfolded, but his monstrosity is sitting in front of him. The cake is an odd, brownish-gray color, and it’s expanded dramatically. It’s overflowing the pan. It is, indeed, burnt.

“I’m about to take the blindfold off,” Peter says brightly. “And see what I’ve created. Then I have to taste it. That was one of the requirements Mr. Dad had for doing this challenge. I had to eat at least some of whatever I’d created. Here we go!” 

Peter yanks the blindfold off enthusiastically, and looks expectantly at the cake. Slowly, his face falls. 

“Oh,” he says sadly. “I… ruined it.” 

“I mean, you didn’t exactly follow a recipe,” Harley says from off camera. “But as far as cooking blindfolded goes, I think this is better than most people would do. I’ve seen a bunch of people light themselves on fire trying to do this.” 

“Oh,” Peter brightens. “That’s better than. I guess it’s time to try it.” 

Peter breaks off a piece of the cake, and puts it into his mouth. He seems to struggle to chew it for a moment. 

“It’s hard as rocks,” he grunts. “Also, it’s nasty.”

“Well…” MJ says. “Now we know not to bake a cake while blindfolded.” 

“I guess,” Peter shrugs. 

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Peter, Ned, MJ, Harley, Lady, Chloe, and Luci are sitting on Peter’s bed. 

“Well guys, I am officially 17!” Peter exclaims happily. “And also, I didn’t die trying to bake a cake without my eyes!” 

“I’m a little surprised,” MJ comments. “Seeing as how you added about a thousand times for espresso powder than was called for.” 

“Whatever, I was blindfolded,” Peter waves a hand nonchalantly. “Well, sorry for the short-ish video guys, but… that was birdbox birthday cake! I hope you enjoyed! Like and subscribe to join the Ironfam if you want to see more of… this. Bye!” 

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