"Darius, don't say such things as that. You're wonderful to hang out with."
"Then why do you keep leaving? Honest."
"I...….I......what's in the bag?"
"Ingredients....for a cake!!"
"Why would my parents stash that of all things, in the Furnace?"
"One way to find out. I need measuring cups, a print of your parents, a drop of your blood, and a bread pan."
"Bread pan? But this is a cake? Can I see that?
'Use in small quantities or else the transformation will be permanent.'"
"Transformation? Maybe I'll have superpowers."
"Or maybe it puts you in the body of someone else….'for a day'?
I'll check the Junk Drawer where my parents kept all their old mail and thank you cards. Their prints are bound to be everywhere."
"You do that and I'll get all the other supplies out."
"After you do that, we should clean up this kitchen."
"Why? It looks sparkly to me."
"I don't want the atmosphere of Braemos or you getting on my cake. Might turn into a Heartchild, and not an Eliotra."
"We don't know if you'll turn into your parents, your parents will be transfigured here, or….."
"Better safe than sorry. No offense."
"I'll.....get started on cleaning."
"Darius, that's not what I meant. I….will prep the ingredients."
"Enjoy your cake. I hope it provides everything you were looking for."