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[The room itself is simple. A small table made out of crackers (chairs as well) and an empty pitcher with empty glasses. There are windows, a small light fixture above to illuminate the room, and the walls themselves are gingerbread. You can then hear the Baker's voice vibrating in the room. A low, quiet voice, old and tired, straining to get words across.]

I remembered something though I'm not sure what I've remembered. Whose story is this? I've forgotten a lot of things, but if I was able to remember this, surely it's important . . . :

There once was a baker who spent all of her days baking bread. It was neither good nor bad, but it would fill the stomachs of those who were hungry. She, herself, was a poor woman and earned very little. Of course, you cannot earn very much when you give almost everything away. However, she remembers being hungry, and she did not wish the same fate on anyone else.

Two little children in particular were fond of visiting the bakery . . .

[There's a pause and you can hear a soft "oh!" before the Baker speaks up again.]

I was in the middle of providing for all of you, weren't I? Provide, provide . . . ah yes, let me give you all a menu.

[And then a menu poofs onto the table with a puff of smoke. If you cannot read it for whatever reason, you can hear a voice reading you the menu as you need it.]

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You have received a piece of cake with the label "Magic - 5 pts. Floating." Once you eat this, you will suddenly have trouble standing on the ground. In fact, you'll be floating away with only the ceiling stopping you from floating into aather space (does aather have space?). Light as a feather...

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You will find a bowl of stones suddenly sitting on the table, labeled "PIECES - 10PTS from Jasper". Some are smooth, some are jagged, but all are white. There are enough pieces for everyone to have at least one. You can swallow them without injury, but it won't be pleasant.

Would someone like to float? I can eat the rocks.

I don't mind taking it and some of the stones.

[just makes a face at . . . everything . . .]

[Yeah, sorry, Mr. Knight.]

You don't have to worry, we won't force you to do anything you don't want to do.

I'd like to help . . .

Then, you can take the cake! Unless you'd prefer to have some stones, I mean.

Okay . . .

[I guess I can do that much . . .]

[Okay, not as planned. Um. This is identical to the deleted post, excepting this first line.]

Then...

[I'll bring the cake over to you, while I grab some rocks.]

Let's do our best!

[Yes, swallowing some rocks. She's saving most of them for Obsidian though, since... The dragon's probably better equipped to swallow rocks, to be honest.]