Grace Winter was indeed distracted by the cake, "Is it a real cake?"
"Of course it's a real cake." Mother Edwards chuckled at her adorable demeanor.
Mother Edwards was quite skilled at making desserts, and the house had matching tools and ingredients.
It was Grace Winter's first time entering the kitchen with Mother Edwards, and she saw oversized versions of the toys she had just played with, her eyes full of wonder.
She found it quite magical.
Unlike clay, these things could actually be eaten when made.
The air was filled with the sweet smell of cream.
Mother Edwards shared a small piece of dough with Grace Winter, and she tried to knead it herself, with flour on her face, looking like a little kitten.
Mother Edwards thought, her daughter was indeed different.
"Does Grace also like cake?"
Grace Winter nodded, "Grace wants to be a cake chef!"
She had seen this in a cartoon.
Mother Edwards smiled gently, "Why do you want to make cakes?"
