Lake Lewisia #1165

[scrubjayspeaks]

When finished, the cake, like any in the pound cake family, stood on the judging table in much the same way a megalith or bunker does: squat, dense, and intimidating to crack open. While he could have split his attention between beating eggs and befriending his salamander, hoping for a preheated oven and mostly getting overworked batter for his troubles, Marlow had seemingly ignored his oven entirely. The brilliance of opting for a cold oven cake revealed itself when he sat down before the oven grate, pan in place, and gave his full, charmingly old-fashioned attention to the little fire lizard at last.

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LL#1165