[She smiles, as if it's exactly as innocent as it sounds.]
You will make many cooks happy, then.
[The alarm for the oven, when it goes off, is only in her own head, a gentle chime from the interfacing device, a steady timer that has ticked down to zero in her peripheral. She grabs the potholder and bends to fetch the cake out, pleased by its appearance despite the changes she'd had to make to the recipe that she knew only by heart.]
To whoever wants some.
[She sets the pan on the counter, waving the pot holder over it to disperse the heat slightly before shifting her hands to either side. She moves it over the dusted tray, a single, still instant before she flips it over, letting it slide free and onto the nuts. From there it's an internal count, glancing up at him again as she sets the plate in front of her, waiting to tip the cake back right-ways up, encrusted with nuts.]
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You will make many cooks happy, then.
[The alarm for the oven, when it goes off, is only in her own head, a gentle chime from the interfacing device, a steady timer that has ticked down to zero in her peripheral. She grabs the potholder and bends to fetch the cake out, pleased by its appearance despite the changes she'd had to make to the recipe that she knew only by heart.]
To whoever wants some.
[She sets the pan on the counter, waving the pot holder over it to disperse the heat slightly before shifting her hands to either side. She moves it over the dusted tray, a single, still instant before she flips it over, letting it slide free and onto the nuts. From there it's an internal count, glancing up at him again as she sets the plate in front of her, waiting to tip the cake back right-ways up, encrusted with nuts.]