"Like Wisp is a super strong ghost?" Aer pressed, tilting her head.
Wisp chuckled, a soft, ethereal sound. "Not exactly, Aer. But I do like to think I watch over you three goofballs in my own way."
Frey, pulled out a giant mixing bowl and a whisk the size of a small tree. Flour billowed in a white cloud as Li Yunhua poured it from a hefty bag. Aer, mesmerized, watched from her jar prison as the flour danced in the air.
"Alright, team," Frey declared, striking a pose with her whisk, "Operation Birthday Cake is a go! Li Yunhua, sugar and eggs. Wisp, can you give us a hand with sifting?"
Wisp, phased her hand through the flour bag and sifted with spectral precision. Li Yunhua, giggling, expertly cracked eggs into the bowl, their golden yolks a stark contrast to the white flour.
Meanwhile, on the counter, Xiaomara wrestled with a massive bag of frosting. The sugary concoction threatened to burst open, sending a pink avalanche across the kitchen.