[o] [SE] an incandescent glow

Noe

If you fail to plan, you plan to fail
Strategy sets the scene for the tale

With the cakes on the grill and the conversation flowing, it was easy to lose track of time. The smell of baking pineapples sizzled in the air, and Noe found herself wandering closer to the fire to get a better look. She was looking forward to trying the cake when it was done.

Lyra and Noe chatted until the cakes finished baking, then waited for them to cool. By the time all was said and done, Noe bid her friend goodbye as she left with a package full of pineapple upside down cake under one arm.

fin

I'm the wind in our free-flowing sails
And the liquor in our cocktails