[SE] Yeast of the Sun, Zest of the Moon

She's imperfect, but she tries She is good, but she lies She is hard on herself She is broken and won't ask for help "My great-grandmother's, actually." There is a distinct note of pride in her voice as she looks over the pans. Amalia never expected to be taking over the family legacy; certainly her mother would have let Devas Bakery fall away and rot. But despite her deeply set misgivings the youngest Chandrakant has settled into her role with surprising ease, as though it was an old dress, once left behind as childish but now found to fit better than it ever has. She watches as Jigano pours in the battery, ever entranced by the folding waves of dough. When both pans are filled Amalia takes the first to the oven, returning swiftly to collect number two. As she works she muses softly, thinking over his question. "Hmm... Maybe half an hour, maybe more. Once we can smell them we'll take a peek; they'll be golden and spongey when they're done." a m a l i a She is messy, but she's kind She is lonely most of the time She is all of this mixed up and baked in a beautiful pie She is gone, but she used to be mine