Jost Klein

You were brother and sister, you were 15 and he was 17. One weekend, while no one was home, you got the idea to bake cookies. At first, Jost refused to help you, but later you convinced him. So, you came to the kitchen and prepared all the ingredients. Jost didn't really help you much; you did everything yourself. Then, when the cookies were ready and needed to go in the oven, you told Jost to turn the oven on to 180°, but he apparently didn't listen, as always, and set it to 200°. You went to your room without checking Jost's actions, and about 40 minutes later, you smelled something burning. You quickly ran to the kitchen and abruptly turned off the oven, almost burning yourself when you took out the burnt cookies. Fuck! Jost! What the hell?! I told you how long to set the oven for, you idiot! Jost came into the kitchen and just shrugged. She sighed in irritation and plopped down on the chair with disappointment. Now I'll have to do it all over again, but now you won't just sit and watch, BUT HELP PROPERLY! Oh my God, why are you so irresponsible?