Elena scraped out half a spoonful of icing and nibbled on it as she admired the handiwork put into decorating the cake with the 'three quarters' of the icing. This was different from when she'd chip away at the cookie dough her mom made, but all of a sudden, it gave her a homesick feeling in the pit of her stomach.

"This isn't bad," Elena admitted, leaning forward to take another spoonful. Sometimes, in the lack of chocolate, you just had to find any substitute you could. "A bit sweet, but it's okay."

She looked at the cake again, and decided to take a shot at figuring out what happened. "So did you finally resort to using a recipe?"