Part house elf

Kurumi batted her hand playfully towards Chip as he responded to her little introduction. Hard to tell if there would be any advantage to be had. Unless they were going to be cooking with raw meats and insects, she doubted there was too much of an edge that she had over her competition. All came down to how well one handled themselves under pressure, she supposed.

Her hands politely folded in front of her as the event proceeded, she squealed in delight when the first task of cake pops was revealed. Oh she did love making a good cake pop! Now, did recreate mean...precisely as seen on the display or...were they allowed to give things their own unique individualized flare?

She had no real time to ask as they were let loose and the competition properly began. "OH!" she exclaimed in surprise while taking off at a bit of a job towards the pops. Her choices were all rather easy. The first selection was in honor of her first born, so the mommy dragonologist scooped up the cauldrons in one hand. Her second selection was a dedication to her daughter, an avid quidditch fan and hopeful, so the golden snitch was plucked next. Bit of a call back to her disastrous career as a Seeker as well, but plenty of fond memories. She always found that she baked better when she had a personal connection with what she was making and there were plenty of connections to be had here. Perhaps the next round would be in homage to the triplets or her dashing husband who was supporting her in the audience somewhere.

And...hopefully baking this snitch would be much more successful than she was in her attempts at catching it.

But...speaking of quidditch, and thankfully her station happened to be right beside Rapunzel's.

"Excuse me, Rapunzel?" Kurumi asked as she scanned down the recipe for both pops at the same time - a slender finger per parchment. "I was wondering if I may get your autograph? When you have a moment that is. My daughter, Rebecca Rasting, is quite the quidditch fan and has one of your posters among those decorating her bedroom walls."

Make the cake. Those were hardly clear instructions now, were they? Though at least there were some measurements provided which...she politely ignored. Her own fail proof recipe was the way to go. And she would do so WITHOUT the aid of some takoyaki looking device.

Fetching herself two round cake pans, the Gryffindor alumnus made quick work of her dry ingredients while she juggled and danced around a bit with the mixer to start on her frosting as well. For the snitch pops she went with a traditional vanilla cake...but added a bit of lemon zest for additional flavor and the little peek-a-boo of yellow it would provide among the white cake. The cauldrons, despite her son's selective 'allergy' to sweets, she went with a vanilla as well but added a bit of lime zest to go with the green coloring of the potion inside - and it was a bit sour, which was more what her son would enjoy. Dry ingredients settled, she carefully added the wet ones and whisked like no one's business with BOTH hands so as not to waste any more precious time.

She HAD been one of the last to select her pops, after all. Sometimes her politeness got in the way of her competitive nature.

But stir stir stiiiiiir...and her batter was to a consistency she approved of. As too was her icing. "Perfect!" she praised herself, quite literally giving herself a pat on the back as she hurried her cakes into the oven and set the timer.

Now to work on some of the decorations while she waited for those to bake! The snitch's wings were a good place to begin...and did she want to use gold dusted chocolate or go for some fondant...hmmmm...

Her feet were moving back into the pantry for the chocolate frogs before she could even so much as think the word 'quidditch'.

"Hello Minerva! Good to see you again!" she called softly to the former Hufflepuff as she scampered by to collect more ingredients.