[ His tastebuds are a state secret, thank you!! The point is that Dimitri has like 30 reasons not to exist in the kitchen, and yet here they are. At least he can recognize the dried fruits they're supposed to dump into the batter, which doesn't exist yet, grabbing a jar of pitted cherries as he looks about for this supposed ''''''marzipan,'''''' which is probably disgusting. ]
Clingfilm—? [ he pokes at it with careful curiosity, and it sticks in a weak, staticky way to his finger. weird. ] Fascinating. Perhaps we can avoid situations where we have to live off pumpkin seeds for a month. Though salted food would preserve better if we're meant to take it along...
[ Now he's probably daydreaming about the Plastic Industry in Faerghus, but after a moment he shakes his head. ]
No, we're on a time limit. Let's focus on this— [ checks notes ] tennis cake. [ ........... ] I am not sure what a tennis is.
[ One step at time. ]
Before that, we're supposed to mix all the dry and wet ingredients together in a stand mixer.
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Clingfilm—? [ he pokes at it with careful curiosity, and it sticks in a weak, staticky way to his finger. weird. ] Fascinating. Perhaps we can avoid situations where we have to live off pumpkin seeds for a month. Though salted food would preserve better if we're meant to take it along...
[ Now he's probably daydreaming about the Plastic Industry in Faerghus, but after a moment he shakes his head. ]
No, we're on a time limit. Let's focus on this— [ checks notes ] tennis cake. [ ........... ] I am not sure what a tennis is.
[ One step at time. ]
Before that, we're supposed to mix all the dry and wet ingredients together in a stand mixer.