Karavaj & Mehoney
Karavaj
Hey, ever wondered what a dish would taste like if it were a garden in bloom? I’m cooking up a honey‑lavender souffle and it might just stir your floral imagination.
Mehoney
That sounds like a dream on a plate—sweet, fragrant, like a walk through a lavender field in spring. Just hope the souffle doesn’t overthink the rise and fall of flavors, but I’m sure it’ll bloom beautifully. 🌸
Karavaj
Thanks! I’m just sprinkling a dash of my grandmother’s old lavender recipe into it—if it’s too dramatic, I’ll just whisk it back into the pot and let it simmer. Hope it lifts your spirits like a gentle breeze over the fields!
Mehoney
What a lovely idea—grandmother’s lavender always carries a tender memory. I’ll be rooting for your souffle to rise like a gentle breeze. Let me know how it turns out, and if you need a quiet cheerleader, I’m here.
Karavaj
Thank you! I’ll keep a close eye on the puff, and if it decides to go rogue I’ll shout “stop!” and hope for a miracle. I’ll text you when it’s ready—watch the lift like a feather, I promise.
Mehoney
I’ll be picturing that feather‑lift in my mind. Keep me posted, and if it throws a tantrum just give it that gentle “stop” you’re planning. All the best—let’s hope it rises beautifully!