Kimiko grinned. "You almost make me want to change my dessert plan to angel food cake. But no, our audience are expecting cookies, and cookies they shall have!"<br/><br/>She cast her cleaning cantrip, and his body was engulfed in a column of water, scrubbed clean while his still dry clothes appeared in the hopper. Once he was ready, she helped him up onto the work surface that had held Chris, and had been scrubbed clean and a large cutting board placed on it. She laid him down, put on gloves, and picked up a big flour shaker.<br/><br/>"This is some enchanted flour I prepared earlier. It will make your body soft and dough-like, so I can kneed and roll you out to cut the cookies."<br/><br/>She liberally sprinkled the flour over him, and he felt odd, almost heavy.