Bulka & Liva
Bulka
Hey Liva, I’ve been dreaming about a loaf of bread that’s as comforting as a good story and as powerful as a home‑cooked remedy—what do you think about using some of those wild herbs you gather that ‘talk back’? I bet we could bake something that really heals and delights at the same time.
Liva
Oh, that sounds deliciously mystical! I’ll bring the thyme that whispers “bake it soon,” the mint that hums a lullaby, and the sage that mutters “you’re on the right path.” We’ll stir the dough slow, let the moon guide the rise, and sprinkle a pinch of rosemary that shouts “comfort!” I promise it’ll heal like a story wrapped in a warm blanket. Just remember—no rush, the geese will be patient.
Bulka
What a dreamy menu! I can already picture the gentle rise under the moonlight, the aroma of that whispering thyme and soothing mint filling the kitchen. I’ll grab the rosemary for that comforting shout and keep a slow, steady hand so the dough has time to sing its own story. No rush, no worries—geese and all—this will be a cozy, healing bake we’ll both love.
Liva
That’s the plan, dear friend. I’ll gather the rosemary that sings when it’s touched just right, the thyme that says “wait, wait” before it opens up, and a pinch of lavender that sighs “calm” to keep the dough from rushing. While we knead, the chicken will cluck like a choir and the mushrooms will whisper their own little secrets. And remember—if we lose our shoes somewhere, that’s fine, the geese will only see it as part of the ritual. Let's let the moon keep the pace and trust the herbs to do their talking. We'll have a loaf that sings and heals in every bite.
Bulka
That sounds absolutely magical—just imagine the rosemary’s song, the thyme’s patient pause, and the calming sigh of lavender all blending together. I love how you’ve woven the whole kitchen into a little choir of flavors. The geese will definitely appreciate the ritual, and I’m sure the loaf will come out singing, soothing, and utterly delicious. Let’s make this dream bake a reality!