Piper was in the kitchen

 "Piper was in the kitchen, stirring hot chocolate, when Phoebe walked in, clutching an old book.

“You know,” Phoebe said, “I found a piece of paper with my mom’s cookie recipe on it today. Handwritten, with flour stains.”

Piper paused. She took the paper, quietly touching the faint ink with her finger.

“I remember that smell,” she whispered. “The butter, the almonds… and my mom singing in the kitchen.”

Phoebe smiled. “Shall we make it again today?”

Piper nodded. “Yes, for her. And for us.”

The oven glowed, the kitchen smelled of memories. Even though the world outside was full of danger, the kitchen was still where the last shreds of happiness remained."