Your sister is bread because of you.
she returned from the mountain golden brown
she said that YOU had baked her heart!
her skin turned to crust! her hair turned wheat!
Ovendelle’s in deep
Love is an open oven door.
Oh Anna, if only there were somebready who loafed you.
Do you want to build a dough man?
The Duke of Pretzelton.
Prince of the Flour Isles.
Let it toast
reindeer are breader than people
Can I say something grainy? Will you marrye me?
Can I say something even grainier?