[ Don't even ask me how the two of them got roped into this... just know that they somehow ended up at some sort of cooking station in a tent, and now they have to bake something to impress the king—and more importantly, win the bake-off. Clair looks pretty excited about this prospect, but when doesn't she look excited? She has her hair tied up and a cute purple apron on that just so happened to be on hand. Probably.

She claps her hand together, her eyes alight. ]

Oh, this is so very exciting! [ It's just a bake-off, Clair, calm down. To Fred, she adds: ]

I suppose we had better decide what to bake, no? Someone recently told me of a rather curious dish that he called... I do believe it was "aspic"?