Words of the Constant
Winona's little sous chef.
Perhaps I could ask Winona to pick up some ingredients for me.
Perhaps I could ask Winona to pick up some ingredients for me.
Perhaps I could ask Winona to pick up some ingredients for me.
Perhaps it needs some power?
It, oh, it appears to be on fire.
Crisp, non?
Incroyable!
Is it out of power?
I know when to don this, and not a minute sooner.
Foresight is 0/0.
Splendid. I should like to know when the worm is going to turn.
To imbue my food with festive spirit.
Ah, that delicious aroma tells me it's almost done!
Cooking should never be rushed.
Et voilà! Food is served.
Finally, a proper oven!
It has that "homecooked" charm.
Cooking is a way of expressing love.
The candy strands are expertly entwined.
It grows on you.
I wouldn't turn down a slice.
Just like maman used to make.
Just the right amount of sweetness.
It smells like comfort and contentment.
I'm so happy I could weep.
How festive!
We've earned a moment to celebrate.
It's nice to be alive and safe.
I feel like cooking something.
I love seeing the forest lit up at night.
Madame Pearl does lovely work.
It's burning!
Now we'll have to grow another.
Shall we "spruce" it up a little? Hm?
It's coming along nicely.
That won't kill my spirit.
A pinecone should get things rolling.
Bonjour? Anyone home?
A shame they're not edible...
Enchanté, entrée!
One step closer to my mouth.
Could use garlic-butter...
She is a beast with a gentle soul.
She is a beast with a gentle soul.
She's quite good at cleaning up leftovers after a meal.
Oh alright, I'm sure I can find a scrap of meat for you.
I heard they have unique mouthfeel.
Wolfgang's fists are weapons.
Surely he didn't know what he was doing when he set the flames.