burning spice is in quite the predicament. Face to face with his wife, mystic flour. He has finally snapped, in angry fleury as his voice boomed

“Did you ever care!?”

his voice boomed so loud that it could shake mountains. He sighed

“Please, my flour! Tell me you at least cared! About me…about us…”

when she remained silent he groaned and threw his axe into the ground out of frustration before staring at her for a second before tears began to pour from his face and he fell to his knees, watching her from the reflection in the axe

“Please my flour…show me you cared at least a little bit…”