He listened with rapt attention as she explained the magic of eggs and seed loafs, belatedly checking the eggs he was cracking after the third one had already gone in. Luckily they all seemed whole and healthy, and he busied himself cleaning up the shells while his teacher whisked the batter to the perfect combination of smooth and lumpy. The mention of spices had him raiding his brow, and a laugh escaped as he gave a wry shake of his head. "What if I pick a bad combination?" he asked, only half in jest. "I don't want to ruin this batch we're working so hard on..."
He wandered over to the spices, humming thoughtfully as he perused the options, tilting his head at the many strange and familiar names on the shelf. "What does well with orange...?" Isuma chirruped as she fluttered and hopped beneath Jyoti, batting at the little stars the whale calf left in her wake. "Lemon zest?" he hazarded. "And... cardamom?" Light flavors, sunshine and flowers, he hoped, as he pulled the cardamom from the shelf and went poking around for a lemon to mangle.
"What are your favorite spices and flavors?" he asked curiously.
He wandered over to the spices, humming thoughtfully as he perused the options, tilting his head at the many strange and familiar names on the shelf. "What does well with orange...?" Isuma chirruped as she fluttered and hopped beneath Jyoti, batting at the little stars the whale calf left in her wake. "Lemon zest?" he hazarded. "And... cardamom?" Light flavors, sunshine and flowers, he hoped, as he pulled the cardamom from the shelf and went poking around for a lemon to mangle.
"What are your favorite spices and flavors?" he asked curiously.
