ITP: no memory.

[idle_traveller]

[Oh, right, because I am a flake and can not remember a status effect for longer than three days. . . If you would like to touch little Kino here, then go ahead! She's making pancakes at the Mess Hall or cleaning guns, whichever you prefer.]

Comments

[say_thee_nay]

[How can I not be soul-pinged by pancakes? Peering into the kitchen here.]

By Odin... What can it be that smells so delectable...?

((Also de-aged, and workninjaing at the moment.))

[idle_traveller]

How about both? It'd be pretty cool to say I had a prince as a student!

[say_thee_nay]

... I had not thought of that. Well, I suppose if 'tis to thy liking...

[idle_traveller]

It is! Now, here, you're going to need to start mixing.

[say_thee_nay]

... mixing what?

[idle_traveller]

[waving over, there is an empty bowl and spoon]

Flour, sugar, eggs, baking salt, vanilla, and salt.

[say_thee_nay]

... oh. Ingredients. That I comprehend.

[idle_traveller]

Right! So, get a cup of flour to start.

[say_thee_nay]

... any cup?

[idle_traveller]

[. . . points to a measuring cup]

[say_thee_nay]

... oh.

[Cup + flour get.]

[idle_traveller]

[\o/]

Then, two table spoons of sugar, a tea spoon of baking soda, and a teaspoon of salt. [points appropriately]

[say_thee_nay]

[Obtaining the ingredients in the requisite amounts.]

'Tis a strange sort of alchemy, this...

[idle_traveller]

Maybe, but it's delicious too!

[say_thee_nay]

It is that, my lady! If my creation should e'en approach thine in taste, I will count it a victory!

[idle_traveller]

[. . . b-blush]

It's not that hard to do, so I'm sure it will.