At the edge of the ledger, there was handwriting Elena didn't recognize. "Precision of Cooling Magic—Examination of Room for Improvement" Elena stopped her quill mid-stroke during the morning prep work. She traced back through last night's memories. She'd put the caramel for the pudding over the flame, cut citrus peel, confirmed tomorrow's ingredients, and then closed the ledger. Or so she thought. (…When did I write this?) Looking closer, the handwriting was unmistakably Elena's own. There was no one else in Tsukikage-tei. Which meant she had written it. She had written it, yet held no memory of doing so. Elena stared at the ledger for three seconds, then slowly set down her quill. (…Well, fine. It's definitely useful information.) She reached a rational conclusion and resumed her prep work. She pulled eggs from the basket—ones that had arrived yesterday from "Amber Spoon," the ingredient shop on Central Market Street, selected by the proprietor Hannah Müller. Fresh ones with g