All that they would need to use when baking was scattered, covering almost every inch of countertop except for the small piece of counter directly in front of her. Seated upon a very tall stool, a young Delphinia swung her legs back and forth, beaming up at her mother as she put down a bowl. "Are you ready, my love?"

Delphinia nodded excitedly, pushing herself around to face the counter as her father suddenly appeared in the kitchen, a sneaky grin playing across his lips. "Delphi, you know what to do if your mother sets a fire, don't you?"

"Yes!"