I grabbed the honey jar and held it carefully, feeling the warm glass beneath my fingers. "This is my favorite part!" I declared, pouring the liquid gold into the mixing bowl and watching it swirl among the other ingredients a sugary amalgamation that mirrored the sweetness of our friendship.
"Look at that sparkle!" Leora said, her eyes shining with delight as she whisked the ingredients together. "It's perfect! Now, while it bakes, we have time for some stories."
"Stories, of course!" I replied, diving into the familiar rhythm of being in the kitchen with her. "Let's hear your best baking disaster tale."
"Well," she began, her voice rich with nostalgia, "there was this one time during the Harvest Festival when I decided to make an extravagant layered cake. I spent hours decorating it, and once it was time to serve, I accidentally knocked it over right in front of the King!"
