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Molotov opened the door of the shop, causing the little bell attached to jingle softly. Eyes closed to mere slits, he followed the tantalizing scent of baking and melty chocolate. So absorbed was he that he at first failed to notice the Temeo doing the actual baking until he nearly bumped into her. He blinked at her, bemused. He supposed he shouldn't have been surprised, someone had to be doing the baking.

"Er, hello?"

Molotov chuckled, happily licking some sugar off the back of his hand. "No worries. What're you making?" He could see plenty of stuff in bowls, and could smell baking, but there was no finished product to show what was being made. "It smells divine, whatever it is." He gave another sniff, trying to untangle the smells and identify what was being baked.