"That'll work." Sort of - but she's not looking for pastry perfection here, she just wants edible. Carefully she pours in the batter, smoothing it out in an attempt to keep from poking it in a 'and now you will behave, yes?' manner. "Right, into the oven with that, and then forty minutes until judgement." Which in her life, has too often been '... and how did it get burned again', tragically.
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"Right, into the oven with that, and then forty minutes until judgement." Which in her life, has too often been '... and how did it get burned again', tragically.