As Felix shakes out the apron over his teaching assistant robe, fine flour sparkles in front of the candlelight. Three spice bottles in his pocket clink lightly together. He places the risen bread on a cooling rack and sets a clean plate in front of the empty chair.
As the thermometer needle spins around once, his gentle eyes widen. Felix looks back and forth between the bread and the experiment log, letting out a small laugh. He hasn't taken out his own plate yet.