"Not even honey hardened into bee shapes?"

But he grins, humming to himself. "We might be able to try the melted sugar sticks... I can ask the others who know worlds like mine, see if they know how to make them. The art isn't a problem, I just think I'd burn the sugar."

His eyes dip down to look at his offerings of scallion pancakes. He has reason enough to believe that patience in cooking is not his strong point.