"Why would you eat if you're not hungry?" one girl asked, clearly suspicious of this logic.
"Because it tastes good?"
"So does bread," the girl countered.
Mokko looked helplessly at Marron. "Help."
Marron wiped her hands on her apron, mind already working through the problem. Candy. They wanted to know about candy.
She could make candy. Theoretically. She'd never actually done it herself—candy-making required precision and timing that she'd always left to specialists—but she knew the principles. Sugar, heat, careful temperature control...
Temperature control.
Which would be nearly impossible without the Copper Pot's help.
Candy was notoriously finicky. Too hot and it burned. Too cool and it wouldn't set properly. The window for success was narrow and unforgiving.
Without magic, she'd probably fail. Waste precious sugar. Disappoint these kids who were looking at Mokko like he'd just promised them the moon.
But.
She had her System.
