Ah, the smell of Ambrosia...

As the tune that just would not go away kept bouncing inside of his head, Allspice started whistling it.  Maybe that would help him to remember the lyrics.  "I hate it when that happens," he grumbled to himself. Soon the words started popping into his head and he smiled. "Only another 20 stanzas and I might be able to stop thinking about that song."

He had been working on getting his kitchen setup so he could mix his first batch of ambrosia for the Dragons here in this new realm.  "First batch indeed," he thought.  "It will take many more batches just to feed all of them even once.  It's a good thing that there are only a few Wish Dragons around otherwise I would need an army of SPICE bakers to get the mis-enchanted back."  After finding his bellows and the other items needed, Al decided to get some fresh air before having to stand over the cooking pot. "It will do me some good to step outside for a bit," he decided as he realized that being bent over rummaging through storage boxes had created a kink in his back.

Before stepping out of the cave, he took a quick look around to make sure that it was safe.  He had almost stepped out once before in his travels with the Dragons and a giant bird had almost eaten him.  Thinking about it made him shiver slightly and for a moment stopped whistling to mutter "Darn Rocs".  Spying a giant frog and a Pyksee hopping around, Allspice decided it was still safe enough to step out of the cave for a little while.  "But not too far from the entrance.  Don't want the Dragons to see me.  They will be nagging me soon enough to be brewing up more Ambrosia.

After taking several deep breaths and a long stretch to straighten out the kinks in his back, Allspice turned around and went back into the cave.  "I better get busy as I do have a lot of Ambrosia to still brew," he thought.  Even though this part of the cave was still dark, he had walked in and out so many times bringing in his boxes of cooking supplies that he did not need to cast a light spell to see.  Soon he was back to whistling and brewing.  "That tune just won't go away.  It's a good thing I like it," he smiled.

It did not take long for the cooking pot to be filled and the final ingredients added.  "Now all it needs is a little magic mixer," Allspice smiled as he spoke the final words causing sparks to fly out of the brew and lights shooting out of the big cooking pot.  When the lights died down, the baker smiled and clapped his hands to end the spell.  "Ambrosia!"

It was here that Meen (spying) realized that she needed to tell the Queen of the Shadows' what she had seen and heard, but another also was affected by what had just happened...

Not too far away, a Dragon and a rat were discussing the finer parts of humor when the Dragon suddenly stopped talking and started turning his head this way and that!  "Do you smell that?" Dree asked Drat.  The rat stopped and sniffed the air.  Being a rat he had a very sensitive nose but evidently it was nothing compared to the Dragon's.  "I don't smell anything unusual other than your feet," he joked.

As if he did not hear the rat's reply, Dree continued moving his head and sniffing.  "That wonderful smell is not coming from Granny Flare's cottage, it definitely is not from the Sugar Plum Bakery, and it doesn't smell like something the Goodie Sisters have ever made since I have been here."  

​Soon Dree figured out the direction of the smell and made the decision that he would check out what it was that somebody was cooking.  But before he could act on that thought, Drat distracted him with a new joke.  "Did you hear the one about the rock and the troll?  Well this troll was lonely and one day while out walking he saw this big rock in the trail..."