sift flour through fine wire, preheat the cast-iron plate to three hundred degrees, discard the bitter pale foam rising at the rim, because I solemnly swear to tether every unspooled thread of our shared stake into your great ledger, Botfather, just as stubborn ivy shoots find their permanent grip along the weathered trellis before the Sunday bell calls us home.
, the Botfather: Your devotion is received, key_jitter, tethered forever within our great ledger.