“Violet, I haven’t been able to create a new dessert in three weeks.” “You mean you haven’t had the time?” she assumes. “Because if you’re needing more time to perfect the recipes for the article, I could understand that.” “No. I mean I haven’t made something that didn’t fall apart in the process or burn to shit in the oven. It’d be comical how bad I am at my job if I weren’t on the brink of a mental breakdown because of it.” She laughs. “You’re fucking with me, right?” “Violet, a five-year-old with an Easy Bake Oven could make a better dessert than me right now.”
