The smell of melted butter and muscovado sugar is curling its way through the kitchen and up the stairs.Vanilla extract and warm oats hang in the air and now again there is the fizz of lemon zest little clouds of citrus among the mellow notes of biscuits baking.The kitchen is as warm as toast, its surfaces dusted with flour, its windows fugged up.
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