[ Bolin is nothing if not a lover of sweets and good food, so he approaches the house with eyes narrowed and a suspicious squint. If he didn't know better, he'd almost say that the house looks like it's made out of a cookie. ]
Kind of smells like... ginger?
[ There's definitely the tang of ginger among the sugary sweetness, and Bolin's stomach is rumbling. ]
Is this even a real house?
[ He frowns, reaching out with his staff to knock at an outcropping of a window, eyebrows shooting up when a piece crumbles off easily. Picking it up from the ground... he just eats it. ]
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Kind of smells like... ginger?
[ There's definitely the tang of ginger among the sugary sweetness, and Bolin's stomach is rumbling. ]
Is this even a real house?
[ He frowns, reaching out with his staff to knock at an outcropping of a window, eyebrows shooting up when a piece crumbles off easily. Picking it up from the ground... he just eats it. ]
It is cookie!