Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

"I have a favorite..."

I don't know, this fireball thing. Is that something you eat a lot? I can't imagine.

"Bar shaped, plump, hard to eat when chewed, toothy, and stuffy wheat food"

"This?"

Shape the bread from your right hand. This is it, I'm sure. French bread. Give it to me and the burning fireballs. "Uh-oh," he burned and ate up on the bread. Variety, daring to buzz with the noise. "Ho ho ho ho" clogged your throat?

"Welcome"

The fireballs disappeared softly without sound or satisfaction. Silence.