“Are you?”
“That depends. Are you?” She throws the question back at me. I believe I did something wrong with my mixture since my whisk seems to be stuck. I try to pull it out but it doesn't budge. what one earth happened here. it's white- as it should be- but why is it hard to take it out. I give my chance again and like the first time, nothing. i push the inside of my cheek, abandoning the bowl, and whish for a little while to look at the ingredient. I'm pretty sure i followed everything here. i didn't add nor did i reduce one thing here. there's no super glue in sight either. so what happened here?
“I already agreed to it. And I don’t think I’ll have a say in it if I decide to back out.”
Fae considers my answer. she has her gaze on the whisk I'm trying to pull out. in her head, she'
