But the fun to be had is definitely not in the scooping portion, but in the magic Inigo notices coming out of the machine. It's not something he'll correct him on either, because as Roland peers at the movement of floss sugar heating up slowly, a transform indeed does occur. His smile grows wide, a hand on his hip as his eyes stare at the formation of strings gently wisping like silken threads against the plastic basin. The smell is fruity, wafting in the air like a warm cake being baked in an oven...only it's not and this is sugar straight out of the cookery.
"Wait for the spun sugar strings to get thicker. When you see them form," He suddenly points at a clump taking shape like a cloud. "Like that! Take this-" Roland reaches for the paper cones that came with the set, and hands one to Inigo, one for himself to help show him what to do. "And follow my lead."
The wide end of the paper cone is slowly lowered at an angle against the concave of the cotton candy machine. The strings accumulate around it, and with a gentle twist of his own wrist, he starts moving in the same clockwise pattern as the spinning threads in pink fluff. He does just enough to create a small tuft of cotton candy, which he then blows on and eats in one go, disappearing as it melts immediately in his mouth.
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But the fun to be had is definitely not in the scooping portion, but in the magic Inigo notices coming out of the machine. It's not something he'll correct him on either, because as Roland peers at the movement of floss sugar heating up slowly, a transform indeed does occur. His smile grows wide, a hand on his hip as his eyes stare at the formation of strings gently wisping like silken threads against the plastic basin. The smell is fruity, wafting in the air like a warm cake being baked in an oven...only it's not and this is sugar straight out of the cookery.
"Wait for the spun sugar strings to get thicker. When you see them form," He suddenly points at a clump taking shape like a cloud. "Like that! Take this-" Roland reaches for the paper cones that came with the set, and hands one to Inigo, one for himself to help show him what to do. "And follow my lead."
The wide end of the paper cone is slowly lowered at an angle against the concave of the cotton candy machine. The strings accumulate around it, and with a gentle twist of his own wrist, he starts moving in the same clockwise pattern as the spinning threads in pink fluff. He does just enough to create a small tuft of cotton candy, which he then blows on and eats in one go, disappearing as it melts immediately in his mouth.
Ta-da.
"Now you try, pup."