Hotdog, hot tea, hot gazpacho, almond butter toast. Hot bread, hot mead, hot dark cocoa, slightly burnt pot roast~ (OPEN)

Mavis gently placed a piece of homemade bread on top of the unfinished meal. "Done!" Her sandwich is complete! She picked up her masterpiece and took it outside, plopping herself down right next to the road. Food always tastes better when you're surrounded by grass and flowers, even if there is barely any grass and flowers. Especially hot cocoa. Mavis bit her sandwich as she gazed up at the clouds. Hot tea is the same. Why are all the good foods better hot? Cupcakes, cake, bread, pie, cake, soup, cake, meat, cookies, and cake. The girl tore off another chunk of her sandwich and chewed it thoughtfully. Someday, I'll make a real cake..." she sighed wistfully. She loves baking, but the only things that she's been able to make are cupcakes and bread. Never enough ingredients or supplies to bake a cake. Mavis kicked off her shoes and buried her toes into the grass. Before she could take another bite from her sandwich, she heard a muffled thump and a quiet Ow. Mavis whipped her head up and saw a person holding their head. She quickly connected the dots in her head and assumed that one of her shoes must have hit the person. "Oh my goodness, I am so sorry!" Mavis apologized, scrambling to her feet.

((Judge my strange grammar. I dare you.))