Lake Lewisia #1135

The other bakers had, of course, wondered about Deirdre’s inspirational occasion: it was impossible not to, given the quantity of red food coloring she had brought in. No one had much time to spare for gossip, but a few words of speculation passed between them, leading to a general consensus that it was something to mark a first kill. When Deirdre informed the judges her stone-mimicking, red-gushing cake and the huge gingerbread broadsword impaling it hearkened back to her retirement party, no one was sure if that was more or less unsettling.

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LL#1135