This femme fatale just stole your husband, set your car on fire, and walked off swinging your best bottle of whiskey.

Amazing. You came out of the fog with, effectively, a cauldron of cake then disappeared back into the fog. You are absolutely somebody's legend.

He does still look like a railroad tycoon but also a little like he's rethinking his life choices.

I'm seeing a top hat, a cigar, a pronounced fur collar, and maybe a cane.

Might help me reduce my screentime. Or help me use other browsers.

We were not told! It just showed up one day, in the top right of every office app and occasionally a paperclipesque HEY CAN I HELP YOU and I get a little flare of irritation every time I see it.

And a low barrier to entry! Flour, fat of choice, milk of choice, a little effort, heat, and time. With so many variations. I wouldn't turn away a premade tube biscuit or toppings and spreads.

I had a different answer but I have been persuaded to join team biscuit.

(all creatures involved in this encounter, eight and two legged, survived)

I am the household spider wrangler. I gently move them from places they will encounter water deluges and people inclined to smoosh them. Can we not DROP ONTO MY FACE?!