Still, I'm the Original Flour Cookie

"This should be about done."

The Demon scraped the bottom of the pot with a spatula. A sticky purple dye was scooped up. The sight of it looking like it would drip down yet remaining viscous was like melted rubber.

"Glass bottle."

"Yes."

Ellie, who had been standing there nervously glancing at the Demon, held out a glass bottle. As the spatula was tilted, the dye plopped into it. Hot steam rose in plumes.

"It will cool down quickly if you get ready for the dyeing."

"Woah!"

Pastel looked at the steaming glass bottle with sparkling eyes.

"Dye, dye!"

As expected of Lord Demon...