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She nodded, putting it on a plate and taking it to him. "I made this one."
(Yoop!)
While it still grew, she would feel faint. Sariel frowned. "Addie?"
She looked up at him. "I would prefer it if you didn't die."
Avice frowned, looking down at the list.
The fire tree kept the same, bit as the ice grew she would begin to feel tired.
She looked up at him with an excited grin. "I made French toast!"
"Alright.. You too."
It slowly took better forms, becoming clearer.
She grinned at it. "I did it."
Her brows furrowed slightly. "Alright. Sounds good."
She did so, careful for the heat.
She nodded quietly, writing it down.
She took the bread, dipping it.
It grew as she compelled it to, rising higher.
Avice nodded slowly. "Alright.. Might I suggest a yellow dahlia, then?"
She came over, her expression observant.
Slowly it would form to the shape she desired.
Avice paused before hesitating, clearing her throat. "I think he would do best as a sunflower.. And maybe purple lavender to make the colors...
It rose, not yet taking shape.
