Dungeon? This Tree? Why Don't You Join Me for Lunch? (Dungeon Core) Chapter 70: Aron! Do Your Thing!

It was golden! Oh, my God, it was golden!

Slightly burned, I could not help but note because the cake must have needed for to change the heat level earlier than I did, but...

"Ok, dear," he had saved the cake! A cake even I didn’t know how to bake! He was a cook after my own heart! "Now I’ll show you a little trick. A gem of wisdom that was imparted to by a sage. One who didn’t like a cake I made."

I took out a jar with ginger powder, opening it and then took a sieve for coffee.

"If it’s ugly, cover it so it can look pretty!" Then I asured three teaspoons of the stuff and placed them in the sieve. "Just sprinkle it on top!"

"Sylvan..." Desmond looked at so, as if I just told him sothing which he had a hard ti to comprehend. "If you have known that from the start, why didn’t you just make the forest pretty?"

My hands froze, as I was in the process of giving him the sieve.

"What do you an?" My brain vaguely rembered that I wanted to turn the forest into a Bed and Breakfast.

Not only that, but also sothing about catapult mobs, which might be bad marketing for the Bed and Breakfast, now that I think about it.

"Well... around Yule, one makes their ho pretty with decorations. Sylvan... you don’t need mobs. Heck, maybe it would be for the best if you don’t get mobs," that was a strange thing to say to a dungeon core, but he did take the sieve and began to make the cake pretty.

As he slowly moved the small kitchenware, I began to think:

Maybe so benches around the forget--not fields...?

And maybe so trails where the birds liked to nest. With signs that no one was allowed to climb the trees!

With pavilions selling food! Food sold by the villagers!

"A tourist trap!" I have been to more than one. I knew just what money sponges those could be!

Besides, Solas might have cleared my debt to him about the unpaid taxes, being a war hero and all, but that didn’t an that I didn’t have to pay taxes anymore!

My territory spanned the Forest of Forget--Nots! That was about as big as a small municipality!

Heck, it was an entire region all on its own!

"Ok," I had to get back in the good graces of the humans, of that much, I was sure. But that didn’t an that I couldn’t do it later! "We’ll do it! But now we have sothing that is more important!"

I took out a spoon. My bottomless bag was always stocked with clean cutlery. One could run out during wartis.

Not only that, but if one needed an ergency weapon, a nice butter knife did wonders to eyeballs... Nate’s words, not mine.

I just hoped that he wouldn’t try to make cook him eyeballs in the near future. He had been eating a lot of eggs recently, but that didn’t an that he’d make ... right?

"Sylvan?" Desmond was edging away from . So, as if he expected, that I’d stick him with the spoon I was holding.

Nice silver polished and shiny. A lovely little present for my lovely redheaded lovely bird!

"Hey! Why am I a bird?" Desmond was in my face second later. "What do you an, bird, Sylvan? Answer !"

"Your voice is lovely, when you don’t yell," I told him. Sothing had to change in our dynamic.

He was not so child who had to be controlled!

He was Desmond, the strongest of the three Boliari in service of King Solas of Solaria!

"Well... Nick is the strongest, but I guess I’m stronger than Nate," his cheeks were a lovely rosy color.

I placed so cake on the spoon, kissed it, my eyes locked into his blue ones, and then brought it to his lips.

"Paradise Bird," he needed a nickna! Then I rembered the nickna Nate had saddled with. I grinned. "Would you do the honor of joining the Foodie Nymph Harem?"

"Hm," Desmond was enjoying this. It spoke volus about his character that he was not reduced to a stamring ss. "Will you kiss ?"

I didn’t waste a bit! I shoved the cake into his mouth!

"There!" I told him. What? I did as he asked! I did kiss the cake...

He began to glare, of course, but then he began to chew.

His eyes widened. With the sa childlike wonder soone gets when the one thing they had dreamt about but never gotten was finally in their grasp.

The spoon was out of my hands and into his seconds later.

I didn’t even have the chance to cut up the cake! He was gobbling up the grainy goodness with the speed of a starved Mammoth Bear!

But...

I was smiling there, as he ate the fruits of our labor. He had saved the cake from burning.

And practice does make perfect!

I began to boil the quinoa, as he made sounds best kept to the bedroom.

He ate; I baked.

The second cake got the sa attention while baking, but I was not going to cover up that one! No, my nose was soaked up with mana!

I was ready, darn it!

And just as the faint traces of burned caral hit my nose, I switched the heating ration. Making sure that the lower half was more heated up than the upper one.

I checked the clock. I needed to do the trick precisely at the tenth minute.

The quinoa sugarless, flourless, dairy-freecake needed just twenty minutes when one used just one cup of quinoa and two large apples.

"Edda," I began, ready to get down to business. Now, that Desmond was in a food coma in Aron’s lap. "Did you note down the recipe?"

Edda snorted.

"Did I have to? Why don’t you master it, you lazy ass?" Oh, she was angry.

"Edda," what could I say? Most days, I liked her. I tried this ti. Because of the days when we were in the sa groove. "We will turn this forest into a Bed and Breakfast!"

Edda sighed.

Still, she didn’t quit.

And monts later, I got the ssage that the recipe was saved in my Blog!

Life was good...