With the intricate leaf patterns beautifully carved into the top crust, Theo moved into the final stage of preparation. He grabbed a small ceramic bowl containing a beaten egg yolk mixed with a splash of cream. Dip-coating a pastry brush, he applied a light, even glaze across the entire surface of the pie, ensuring every crease and fold of his design was thoroughly coated. This wash was the secret to achieving that deep, lacquer-like golden shine during the bake.
"Wow," Aurora murmured, leaning so close her nose was practically inches from the marble counter. She took a deep, exaggerated breath, her purple eyes tracking the glossy brushstrokes. "It looks incredible already, big brother. Seriously, my stomach is throwing a tantrum right now."
Theo chuckled, picking up a pinch of coarse sea salt and flaky black pepper, scattering them lightly over the wet glaze to add a savory crunch to the final crust. "Patience, Aurora. Good things take time."
