Lake Lewisia #1162

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Vapor rose from the steamer baskets like little serpents, fleeing in all directions when ze finally pulled the layers apart to reveal an assortment of dense, rich steamed cakes. The flavor was good and the texture didn’t suffer for the instability in the heat supplied by a salamander who clearly didn’t quite understand Paz’s sense of humor. Still, they had been a conservative choice, relying on the taste to make up for the homely presentation, and ze could feel the semifinal pressure starting to get the best of hir.

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LL#1162