It was golden! Oh, my God, it was golden!
Slightly burned, I could not help but note because the cake must have needed for me to change the heat level earlier than I did, but…
"Ok, dear," he had saved the cake! A cake even I didn't know how to bake! He was a cook after my own heart! "Now I'll show you a little trick. A gem of wisdom that was imparted to me by a sage. One who didn't like a cake I made."
I took out a jar with ginger powder, opening it and then took a sieve for coffee.
"If it's ugly, cover it so it can look pretty!" Then I measured three teaspoons of the stuff and placed them in the sieve. "Just sprinkle it on top!"
"Sylvan…" Desmond looked at me so, as if I just told him something which he had a hard time to comprehend. "If you have known that from the start, why didn't you just make the forest pretty?"
My hands froze, as I was in the process of giving him the sieve.