"Is there someone you would like to bake for?" Agnes asked the glowing Luna seated at her island.
"My mother," August nodded.
She had been thinking about it as everyone took turns sharing their memories, and while her mom was still living, she was lost to her in a way akin to death. It was upsetting to think of it that way, but she didn't know if her mother would ever remember her or if she would ever see her again.
"We have so many ingredients here prepared for this night, so whatever you wish to make, I'm sure we have it," a soft smile spread over Ethel's face. Like Sylvia, Ethel was another whose eyes always seemed to be smiling.
"How about just chocolate chip?" August laughed. It was so simple compared to the rest, but she wouldn't be surprised if they didn't have just chocolate chips as an ingredient here with how sophisticated all the others' tastes seemed to be.
