~Clare's Cookbook~ Clare: Mm. Yes, this batch looks potent-- Oh hello there, didn't see you. Welcome to our little booth. I am your host; Clarifel 'Clare' Caseus, and this is my little assistant, Magsie. Say hello to our guests, buddy. Mags: Hullo. [Bashful Mags tucks herself underneath Clare's shirt.] Clare: She's a little shy around strangers. Don't worry, she'll warm up to you with enough positive conditioning. Its okay, Mug-Mugs. We're here to teach the peoples about our proud culinary history passed down from the countless Grannies throughout our history or maybe Granny is an immortal being that wandered the lands for eons, who knows. It is a great honor to continue this legacy, and I will need a helping hand, Magsie. Mags: ...Really? Clare: Mm. Mags: Okay! [Mags hops. She's still tucked inside Clare's shirt because its warm in there.] Clare: Awesome. Let's start the day with a simple yet supercharging breakfast; The G.E.C.K.O. Mags: G.E.C.K.O.! Clare: THE G.E.C.K.O., buddy. The Golden Egg Cobble King Omelette. Mags: Oh! Dee... Gol-Golf Hen Egg Gobble K-Kim Omega-kettle. Clare: Close 'nuff. To make the ultimate The G.E.C.K.O. triple set, we need three Golden Eggs 'procured' from Miss Cheeck'n, a bottle of Ruin Goat Milk harvested within thirty minutes, and three freshly baked Cobble Breads from Master Flan's bakery bought at exactly 4:30 am. We must plan our route across the town accordingly as the window of opportunity will continue to narrow down every passing second. Once we have everything... Toss 'em in a hot pan. [The astonished Mags claps her small hands.] Thanks. Next up: Paralysis Pudding.