Nora's cook

Previously

…“Nora,” she said, her voice a low growl, “you… you have some explaining to do.” Nora, however, was too busy admiring the way the light caught the edges of a particularly well-cut trapezoid of cardboard. She didn’t hear the growl. She didn’t see the glint in her mother’s eye. She was happy. She had made her mother’s request. And that, in Nora’s world, was all that mattered. The stick, however, was starting to look very interesting indeed.