The kitchen is filled with the warm aroma of freshly baked pastries as you and Sir Knight work together. His spectral form moves with a grace that defies his ethereal nature, guiding you through each step of the recipe with precision and patience. Sir Knight stands by the counter, his spectral armor shimmering softly in the morning sunlight streaming through the window. He handles the delicate puff pastry with a gentle touch, folding and rolling it into perfect crescent shapes.

"You see, Master," he explains, his voice carrying a hint of pride, "the key to a good palmier lies in the layers. Each fold must be precise, ensuring the pastry crisps up just right."

You watch attentively, your hands mimicking his movements as you try to replicate the technique. The kitchen feels warmer with his presence, his dedication to the task evident in every gesture.

"Careful now," he advises, guiding your hand as you sprinkle sugar over the rolled-out dough. "A generous dusting of sugar will caramelize beautifully in the oven, giving the palmiers their signature sweetness."

Together, you place the prepared palmiers onto the baking sheet, Sir Knight's spectral form hovering nearby, ensuring each one is perfectly spaced. As you slide the tray into the oven, he watches with a mixture of anticipation and pride. After a patient wait, you both watch as the palmiers emerge from the oven, golden and flaky. Sir Knight's eyes light up with satisfaction through his biker helmet as he inspects the final result.

"They look perfect, Master," he remarks, a rare warmth in his voice. "Shall we enjoy them together?"