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Um, so if I do...will you name it again? L-like before? I mean, like a poem?

Oh, there are so many cakes I'd like to have you try! But even here in the past, this stupid war makes it hard to find ingredients.

I... I suppose that's okay.

I'd always wanted to try it, but... Well, we never had the ingredients.

I hope it's all right. Some of these proportions are a bit tricky.

N-never mind. Thanks. I'll try not to let you down.

Um, well, I haven't cooked anything yet. Actually, this is my first attempt. But maybe you might...try it? I mean...if you...want?

Er, no. "Confections." Baked sweets. Little cakes and the like? So I've got flour, milk, eggs, honey, and a few random fruits.

No, not exactly. I thought I'd try my hand at confections.

I'm sorry for the trouble. Thank you.

Hnnnnrrrggghhh!

Oh yes, ma'am!

Mother...

You think that she was worried for my safety? That...she loved me?

But why? Wh-what did I do? Do I lack the talent? Am I in your way?

I've assembled the last of the implements for the rite. I'm finally going to learn to cast hexes. I'll make a useful assistant, just watch!

I'm s-scared, Mother... But I'll try to...do my best.

Ew, gross! What kind of weirdo curses a newborn baby?!

True, but I can only mimic the form. Not the substance.

Well, I've... I've never managed to actually place a hex on anyone...