[The invisible servants seem to deliberate (well, the hovering plates lean closer to one another, at least), before handing Life another pancake. She snatches it before the ghosts change their mind and chows down. The filling is rich and warm, both sweet and savory with little bits of something and so, so good.

It's the best of all Yeddaw's pancakes - no wonder it was only meant for their god. If Lift was a god, she want to eat them all too.]

Thank 'oo, [She says with a mouth full of pancakes, then tilts her head toward Carmed for emphasis.] You, not them. It's bad form, asking for smiles and flowers in exchange for food. You should smile and give presents cuz you wanna, otherwise it's just taxes.