Words of the Constant
It's a bit wobbly.
Au revoir, tree.
Crisp, no?
Sliced!
A soldier of the exotic forest.
Au revoir, tree.
Crisp, no?
Sliced!
A coneless arbre.
"Eye" like it!
Alluring, no?
This is my friend, Lazer Oeil!
Wake up!
Soft and crisp, all at once.
Stayed in the oven a tad too long.
I can grow my own ingredients!
Ah, couldn't be more fresh!
Needs to be fertilized.
Why is it so big?
What am I supposed to do with this?
Lighter than my meringue.
I mostly want to pet it.
A bird's feather, in truffle black.
A bird's feather, in cherry red.
A bird's feather, in tuna blue.
A nice ingredient for a hat.
I've had to improvise.
She's trapped!
A fence.
Like an oven door.
The ingredients for a gate.
The ingredients for a fence.
Sauce for my garden!
Like oil splattering in a hot pan.
A dash of glow.
My petit lightbulb pets.
Chien, on fire!
That fire's almost out!
To warm my fingers and roast sausages.
Maximum heat!
It's getting low.
Parfait.
I like when it's warm and toasty.
Oven on a stick!
Shall I fuel it up?
He's sleeping.
Make it snow!
Poisson!
It couldn't be any fresher!
Pan-fried grouper with pigeon peas! Delectable!