Uhm...Ok!...Lady Gragas it is! Grey begins on the cake. He's already prepared. Hes making a Gragas In a White Dress. In Half an Hour it will be ready. "Okay..it's heating up...You don't want to expect Heaven from me. I'm not Morgana :P

She gonna be mad ye said that! I'm tellin'

*runs away*

Yay. That was just an experiment cake anyway. I hope what it'll turn out like..

((sorry for my failure at the RP thread first time RP'ing here, sorry to all again, by the way, I am a male, IRL, Arrakasta is a word in euskera))

((It wasn't that bad, really. Think of it this way, your next attempt will probably be worse! BA HA HA HA HA))

((It's Fine man. Grey throws a knife at Wofman/Warwick. I knew you were a male, from the profile :P))

Morgaaanaaa!!!

The gem knight walks in, his face was pale and his expression was worried, his eyes were lost in doubt and fears.

Now i don't give the slightest f*** what is the price of it, but what is the crunchiest and sweetest treat you have to offer?!!

Morgana, isn't in the condition to work right now

"i'm taking over for the meantime...I still don't even know all the recipes... A Ionian Brittle Crunch might settle it?"

Taric glares directly at Arrakasta's eyes, breathing deeply to not simply shatter the whole bakery with earthen energy trough the glasses that covers the whole place.

The crunchiest... And sweetest... Patisseries... The house can offer... Which are??