Except that the story how she got into baking wasn't exactly a better topic. It was just trading one horror for another, but at least this one was familiar. "A few years now, it was something I sort of fell into." Lavender swept her hair back behind her hair, bringing those scars back into view. She didn't think they gave her any sort of character, it was a reminder of what she was now and what she couldn't be.
"You met my aunt who runs the business and my uncle makes most of the bread. So I guess it's a family thing." Only her mum directed theatre and neither her father or sisters seemed to have any talent or interest in baking.