Anita couldn't help but let the flurry if giggles escape herself. "Color changing charm? That might be your best bet. I am not sure where Mikhail's apron is, but I am sure he would not appreciate letting someone else wear it," she said. Pressing her lips together to keep from laughing she grabbed a rubber spatula and began to stir the melting chocolate so that it would not stick. It needed to be heated prefectly. Tempered and all that.
"And for the record; I think pink would look lovely on you," she said as she tried to cover her snigger with a slight cough. |