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[Ax is in the kitchen of the mansion, his human mouth smeared with flour and chocolate, one streak of failed-brownie batter on his cheek like strange war paint. There's a slightly manic look in his eyes, wilder even than his usual reaction to tasty foods.
He has felt the need to supplement his consumption of his ongiong attempts at baking, and there are also crumbs of what might once have been a cake among the dirtied cooking implements.]
These un, unbaked brownies are dee-lish-us food-zuh, but I am still not able to ident, indent-ih-fye, fye, what made them spesh. Special. Shull. Does any, enn-ee-won have any ideas?
[Elfangor has stubbornly refused to divulge his secret, or so Ax interprets his laughter at being asked.]
He has felt the need to supplement his consumption of his ongiong attempts at baking, and there are also crumbs of what might once have been a cake among the dirtied cooking implements.]
These un, unbaked brownies are dee-lish-us food-zuh, but I am still not able to ident, indent-ih-fye, fye, what made them spesh. Special. Shull. Does any, enn-ee-won have any ideas?
[Elfangor has stubbornly refused to divulge his secret, or so Ax interprets his laughter at being asked.]