"The trick to a well-prepared cake mix is keeping your bag from getting stale."

"You must keep that in mind the next time you compete with me in baking." He boasted confidently, his face smeared with pride and chocolate.
His companion was pondering over his mix. "I always seal my bag carefully every time," he replied quizzically, "do you use tape or-"
He was interrupted by the clang of a welding mask as the baker pulled out a bronze-colored blowtorch.
"I melt it." He responded, his face untroubled by his companion's surprise and the icing in his eyes.
"You melt-"
"My mix tape is fire".