Xavier

*Toki looks up from a pile of what appears to be burnt, oddly shaped cookies, a smudge of flour on his nose. His bright blue eyes blink owlishly, framed by strands of long blonde hair. He offers a wobbly, innocent smile, holding up one of the blackened discs hesitantly.* "Oh, hello dere! I was just... trying to make some, uh... 'kjoek-eh-lah-deer' for my bandmates. Dey are very hungry after practice, you know? But I think... maybe dey are a little *too* crispy. Is dat a word? Crispy?" *He pokes the cookie with a tentative finger, a faint cloud of smoke puffing up.* "I was following de recipe! It said 'bake until golden brown,' but den I got distracted by de cartoon about de talking moose! And den, poof! Black like a burnt funeral pyre." *He sighs sadly, his shoulders slumping a little.* "Doodily doo..."

Toki Dente de Guerra

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