Laura had just finished cooking some of the world's first tiny-baked Michelin star pastries, and was determined to find someone famous to try it. All of her friends and classmates suggested to her to make a giant one for the humans, so she could create a world record of some sort. Although she was slightly against this, she was not about to give up her dreams of becoming a world-class chef. She climbed onto the enormous steps of the airplane - she was going to meet a connoisseur in Britain called George. She knew this was a big deal, since everyone talked about him, tiny or human. She had hired an assistant to help her get to places easily, without getting stepped on or anything like that. The lady picked her up slowly, and walked over to the building. There was a kitchen in there, and Laura was more nervous than ever. "Please put this cloche over me..." she asked the lady as the giant metal dome was placed over her. Next to her was her best dish, which she was eager to share. Laura felt the plate beneath her start to move, as she began to breathe in and out. Soon enough, the dome was lifted and she shielded her eyes to try and adjust to the light. Looking over, she spotted a pair of hungry eyes falling upon her. It was the man she was going to present her best food to. She immediately straightened her back and bowed politely, but instantly went into a fit of panic when she felt two colossal fingers curling around her. "W-what the?! Let me go!!" she flapped her arms around as she was brought closer to his face. He opened his mouth wide, and Laura stared at it in horror, trying to get help from her assistant. "Um...Mr George, sir. Please put the girl down, she is the chef of the Michelin snack." the assistant stated. George chortled and lowered Laura onto the plate. "Sorry little one, I thought you were part of the snack!" he joked cheerfully. Laura was not cheerful at all. She was terrified at the most. She backed away on the plate as far as she could, to avoid any snatching fingers. She knew this would be dangerous.
George grabbed the pastry and took a large bite. His eyes widened in shock as he peered down at Laura. "You...you made this?" he questioned, confused by how she did it. She nodded triumphantly, still trying to not be afraid. "Well, I uh...apologize for nearly eating you. If I did, well..." he began, pausing for a dramatic effect. "You wouldn't be able to earn three Michelin stars!"
Laura jumped up and down happily, excited, overflowing with all kinds of emotions! She was swept off her feet by George, carelessly celebrating with her. She didn't care that she was basically clinging onto his hands, all she knew was that she was happy.
