Cut. Cut. Cut.
Silvana was cutting apples, preparing the dough, and following all of Riska's instructions. She had a lot of experience cooking various dishes. After all, whenever she had the chance, she preferred to cook Adam's favorite meals herself rather than go to a restaurant.
Still, Riska was more serious than ever. Silvana was baking a pie not only for Adam, but Tron would appreciate it as well when he saw the result.
If Tron was involved in this in any way, Riska couldn't settle for anything less than perfection.
"Good," Riska nodded, looking at the sliced apples and the batter whipped up according to her recipe. "Now, we need to preheat the oven and arrange the apple slices in a vortex pattern. That way, we'll have an impressive presentation, a cross-section, and a taste of sweet and tart with every bite, along with a rich apple aroma."
