You're extra beautiful when you talk about baking. You know you're good at it, and that knowledge lights you up.

This was why she enjoyed baking. A good dessert could make her feel like she'd created joy at the tips of her fingers. Suddenly, the people around the table were no longer strangers. They were friends and confidantes, and she was sharing with them her magic.

Now mine eyes see the heart that once we did search for, and I fear this heart shall be mended, nevermore.

The witch snipped off her golden hair and cast her out into a great desert

She could be a fire hazard. Maybe we should remove her from the ship before she spontaneously combusts.

Over everything, I choose you