Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-29969851-20190617121337/@comment-38557559-20190708161701

(Awesome! Thanks! I feel kind of dumb for asking, especially when I already knew the answer, but it's become habit for me irl to double check things.)

Lacey ran in late with her "sister," Ragina, each of them carrying a silver cloche. "Sorry we're late!" Lacey called out. "The traffic was horrible today," she explained, likely having been caught in the same crowd that Phineas and Orville had been.

Ragina inhaled the aroma wafting about the place. "Wow, it smells wonderlandiful in here," she commented. "Where should we place our food?"

The two girls arrived with the intention of keeping their offerings a surprise until the cloches were removed. Lacey hoped that her food tasted decent. Baking was never one of her specialties, so she prepared an old family recipe that had been passed down through generations of Satin Surgeons. Ragina, on the other hand, enjoyed baking with her friend—Delectabelle Confection, the next baker in The Gingerbread Man—and practiced the hobby often. She brought in what she thought would taste spelltacular, but she held concerns nonetheless. Oh, Narrators, please don't let anyone think my food is poisoned, she begged silently as she walked by.