Thread:Flamebiplane/@comment-28718853-20180213204822/@comment-28358106-20180219202100

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, during one of her rare breaks Antoinette sits down to a bowl of ice cream. She pulls out her chair and sits down, then looks at her bowl as she picks up her spoon. The ice cream is nice, but lacking something...

The glob of caramel flies through a kitchen window and lands on her bowl. Dumbfounded, she slowly looks skyward, wondering what other prayers will be answered.