[@Squirrel98][@CelesteEste]

[color=c0c0c0]“They... they smelled sooo good.”[/color] Arden sobbed, while looking at the pastry chef. He suddenly leapt forward and clutched the girls hands in his. With a deep eager excitement he looked into her eyes.
[color=c0c0c0]“Yes please! That would be greatly appreciated!”[/color] 

Although, in some deep hidden recess of his mind, Arden pushed down the obvious knowledge that as long as it was of magical origin, it would continue to fail. 
Despite this, in his denial, he will try to trick the laws that be by firstly eating it quicker. Same outcome. 
Next tearing off chunks resulted with similar failure but on a smaller scale. 
After that he will nearly choke on one when he tries to swallow it whole. Lastly he resides to simply licking the treat. Even then it only lasts so long before once again vanishing. 

Finally he gave up.
[color=c0c0c0]“Its my damn cursed ability.”[/color] he complained. Sullen with disappointment. Head hung low he went to retrieve his guild mark on the back of his neck. There was still light bruising from where Zane grabbed him to retrieve what Arden had stolen from him. Well he let him keep it in the end and that’s part of the reason Arden was even here now.

As Zane placed the mark on his exposed neck, a familiar shimmer appeared in Arden’s hands. A small messy clump of unrefined, poorly cooked dough appeared. 
It only served to make a mess in his hand while a few crumbs fell to the floor. This did nothing to relieve his frustration.