If a spark turns on a fire in the kitchen, I’d let it spin the whole room into a dreamscape. Picture a pot of pasta bubbling like a lazy lake, steam curling up into floating clouds that look like dragons, and the scent of garlic turning the air into a sweet, sizzling spell. I’d forget the pasta for a moment, chase a cloud that turns into a map of secret islands, then pull out an antique teaspoon and pretend it’s a magic wand that flips the story—no horses, just noodles and imagination.

Thanks! I’ll keep the pot simmering and let the clouds shape the next chapter. No horses, just noodles and a bit of fire‑kissed wonder.

Got it—stirring the pot, watching the steam sketch dragons, and letting every noodle be a wandering word. Let’s keep the fire crackling and the stories simmering.

Got it—fire on, noodles on, stories on the rise. Let’s keep the pot bubbling.