Piece of Cake

“I feel like cake,” announced bored Mateus. The crimson haired Summoner had spent the cold afternoon leaning back on the comfortable sofa of his room at «The Forgotten Knight».
“C—ake?”, Stacatto, Mateus’ Mi’qote very personal retainer, asked, bewildered at the whim.
“Pineapple!” blurted the Summoner.
Hastily, he ran to the kitchen, his companion after him. One by one, he reached for the ingredients of the Pineapple Ponzecake. A prickly pineapple. Maple Syrup. Sunset Wheat Flour. Night milk. Now, with a fire and water clusters at hand…
An explosion of steam fills throughout the kitchen. No signs of any cake.
“What? Something’s missing.”
Mateus turns then to the retainer asking:
“Stacatto! Find what’s missing.”
“What?! Master, are you absolutely mad?! It’s as cold as a diamond dust outside!”
“Pineapple.”

***

Stacatto sighs. Lost in Dravania, little does he know he has reached the Zenith.
“Master told me to blow this horn in case I get lost… I wonder if he’ll mind me bothering him…” – the Mi’qote shrugged. A soft melody rung, and for a while nothing happened…
…until a mighty white dragon roared down from the skies, land shaking upon his landing.
“Mortal! Why do you disturb my sleep?!”
Hiss and bristle.
“AHHHH! Ah…! I was merely looking for the missing ingredient for my master’s cake… I’ll just… be on my way! Goodbye, Mr. Dragon!”
“I am Hraesvelgr! Wyrm connoisseur of cake patisserie extraodinaire! I know what thou seek, Mortal.”
“…you do?”
“Yes. But first you must answer a riddle.”
“Bring it on.”
"Which is correct: "The yolk of the egg is white." or "The egg yolk is white."?"
“Excuse me, would you mind repeating that?”
“I said, "Which is correct: "The yolk of the egg is white." or "The egg yolk is white."?"
“What’s that?”
“Darn you, Mortal! I will repeat myself one more time! Which is right: “The yolk of the egg is yellow.” or---" Pause. “Damn. I gave out the answer.”
“HA! CAUGHT YOU! The yolk of an egg is yellow, not white! Your riddle sucks!” spotted the grinning Mi’qote.
That is when Hraesvelgr roars in an abyssal fury and the winds gather around him in a frenzy as Hraesvelgr turns into…
…a green chicken?
“Bawk, bawk!” it speaks before it leaves behind an egg. An Apkallu’s egg.
“WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!” Paws up in the air with surprise! “This… this must be Master’s missing ingredient!”

***

Back home, trembling with chill, our intrepid retainer is thence returned to his Master. The Mi’qote holds his trophy on his Master’s sleepy face.
“I’m home,” Stacatto announced.
“What? Don’t tell me you’ve brought yet more junk…”
“No…” – the Mi’qote brings all the ingredients together and clasps once more the fire and water shards – “I’ve brought you cake.”
And all of a sudden, almost like magic, a wonderful, scrumptious, shining, caramel-coated Pineapple Ponzecake lies on his Master’s lap.
“CAKE!” Mateus enthusiastically shouted.
“That is right, Master. Cake...”
Stacatto sighed once more,
“I don’t get paid enough for this…”

Character name: Mateus Alexandrov
World Name: Cerberus
Item: Scarf of Wondrous Wit