She sets aside her piping bag, brushing her hands on the skirt of her apron as she walks over to the stove and opens the oven. Her eyes glow the mildest shimmer as she watches the temperature climb, then stop as she blinks and steps back at the beeping sound. "I can't keep an open flame at the same temperature, but... that got food on the table a lot faster back home..." she explains, heading back to her station. It's said simply enough, but there's a soft undercurrent of blue to the memory.
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She sets aside her piping bag, brushing her hands on the skirt of her apron as she walks over to the stove and opens the oven. Her eyes glow the mildest shimmer as she watches the temperature climb, then stop as she blinks and steps back at the beeping sound. "I can't keep an open flame at the same temperature, but... that got food on the table a lot faster back home..." she explains, heading back to her station. It's said simply enough, but there's a soft undercurrent of blue to the memory.