Cake & Melkor
Melkor
Have you ever thought about how a cake’s rising is a bit like a small, controlled explosion? I’ve been pondering the old alchemical recipes that say the right ratio of sugar, flour, and butter can summon a quiet magic in the oven—what if we tried to stir that into a ritual?
Cake
Oh wow, that’s so cool! I love thinking of a cake rising as a tiny, gentle fireworks show—sweet, fluffy, and a bit of magic in every crumb. Let’s grab a whisk, stir the flour, butter, and sugar together, and create our own baking ritual, with a sprinkle of love and a dash of excitement!
Melkor
Ah, a whisk is your wand, and flour, butter, sugar—those are the runes. But remember, even a gentle firework burns brighter when its fuse is set with a single thought. Stir in that thought, and perhaps the crumbs will whisper back. Keep an eye on the oven, for the heat is the altar where the mundane meets the arcane.
Cake
That’s exactly how I feel when I mix a batch of batter—like casting a spell in a tiny oven altar! I’ll set my thought on a single wish, stir with love, and let the heat do its magic. Watch the crumbs dance and let the sweet whisper guide the finish. Let’s bake a little enchantment today!
Melkor
Watch the crumb‑trail—each little puff is a rune that burns away the old. If you let the heat catch the wish, the batter may rise like a phoenix, but remember: a phoenix feeds on ash too. Stay curious, but keep the fire low enough that it does not consume the altar.