Poppy Trolls Cakes Novels & Stories

She carefully lifted each slice and placed them onto two plates. "This is a Trollkrem cake. It is lingonberry, blood, and vanilla mousse. Bon Appetit." Esper passed Lucca one of the plates and watched as he dug in. Lucca's eyes lit up as the velvety dessert melted on his tongue. "This is amazing. I thought I was the only one who enjoyed food." Lucca took another bite, savoring the decadent dessert. "I want to open up my own patisserie, but my parents always called my passion an obsession. They hoped one day I would give it up." His bright copper eyes dimmed as Lucca recalled his parents' disappointment. Esper reached over gently grasped his arm.

He took the picture and laughed so hard that people turned to look at us. We walked to the cake section. The cakes were decorated with flowers made from cream. There were chocolate cakes, strawberry cakes, and even a tall one with four layers. I pointed at it. “Look at that one. How do they even make something so tall?” “Magic,” Blake said, pretending to whisper like it was a big secret. I giggled. “I think it’s skill, not magic.” We moved to where they made croissants. The workers folded the dough, then rolled it again, then folded it again.

Missy held out the paper and Caelum takes it from her, skimming through them. “The proposal includes four of the new products: exploding chocolate bombs, diamond nougat lockets, color changing crystal pops and treasure buttercups, Sora-sama.” “Insisting on the crystal pops, again?” “70% of the kids were amazed at the color changing property, sama .”