HoneyBunny & Saphirae
Saphirae
I’ve been staring at a freshly risen soufflé and it feels like a riddle—each airy puff holding a secret. Have you ever tried listening to the silence between crumbs?
HoneyBunny
Oh, that souffle is a whispering mystery, isn’t it? I love to listen for the sighs between the crumbs, almost like a secret lullaby. Want to swap notes and see what hidden flavors they hide?
Saphirae
I’d gladly trade crumbs for quills; every sigh has a taste, and every taste is a stanza, so let’s see what the soufflé writes about us.
HoneyBunny
Every sigh does write a poem in buttered bread, so let’s read the verses together and stir in a pinch of midnight glaze for good luck.
Saphirae
Midnight glaze, you say? That’s a shade that turns whispers into moonlit ink—let’s flip the page and taste the verse before it cools.
HoneyBunny
Moonlit ink sounds deliciously daring—just promise not to steal my secret glaze recipe, or I’ll swap it for a lifetime of crunchy crumbs!