...fire burn and cauldron bubble."

The sobbing had stopped and delirious Betty had turned to her stoves setting multiple pots upon multiple burners. To Liz and Jen this looked like real trouble not likely to be cured with a pound of fudge. They stood by quietly watching as Betty lined up her recipes and ingredients. "Strange", they thought."Why is she baking mint pie and brownies? And what's with the Long Island Ice Tea?"

"I thought we were getting fresh pretzels...." The stench from the proof box sent them scurrying back to the salon empty handed.