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 â§ïœ„ïŸ: *â§ïœ„ïŸ:* THE ELDER WARLOCK made a mental note to read the instructions properly before going ahead and doing it by instincts. â baking is a science after all, not something you can play with on a whim. â she said with a nod of her head. â ah, youâre being too kind on me, child. just say it like it is: reese, youâre really bad at baking. â she nudged her softly as a chuckle came out.
   She canât help but laugh at that. âOh most certainly. Through, in this case, the outcome wouldnât be too bad. Itâd be either it not cooking properly or being too sweet &, to be âonest, I do have a bit of a sweet tooth so I doubt the latter wouldnât be that bad.â The girl hums at that, shaking her head. âBelieve me, youâre not that bad. Iâve seen much, much worse.â Her nose scrunches up at the memory, through her smile still remains. âLike a literal fire starting bad. God, it took forever for that smell to clear...â













