The warmth of the honey cake lingered in the air around us, its sweet scent mixed with the remnants of flour and laughter a delightful reminder of the chaotic adventure we'd shared.
Each bite enchanted me, weaving together fragments of our moments into something undeniably beautiful.
"Okay, I can't believe we just made that!" I said, leaning back in my chair, satisfied. I glanced at Aeliana, who had crumbs dusting her cheeks, and a teasing grin stretched across my lips.
"You know, for someone who claims to be an expert in baking, you sure do get messy."
Aeliana raised an eyebrow, brushing flour off her cheek and smirking back at me. "I'd rather have a bit of a mess than a life void of fun, wouldn't you agree?"
