Jewelweed now had a dryad daughter. She had to make sure Seajewel could be in touch with her dryad heritage. The only problem was that she couldn't remember it well. But when she baked, her new false memories came flooding to her.
So, she baked.
Each bread, cookie, cake, and bun that came out of the oven pushed away her old life as Jim. She didn't forget being him, but her former life was irrelevant now. She needed to focus on what currently mattered.
And she found she loved baking. Kneading dough, whisking eggs, measuring out flour, it all felt so comfortable to her. Like she was meant to do it.
She "recalled" more and more. She began to sing traditional dryad songs to her babies as she baked. Songs that, in her perfect nymph's voice, made Conluscious desperate for her. Any man, really, would want her when she sang. Such was the life of a nymph.
Her stepchildren asked her questions about growing up in the woods with her mother and older sister. Their mother, Heather, had been a dryad, but didn't tell them anything about dryad culture, as they were all satyrs. Jewelweed happily told them all she was beginning to learn about her life, during her breaks from baking to nurse her twins and stepdaughter. Her generous breasts were thankfully full of milk for the three babies.
Before long, the three babies were weaned, and Jewelweed had time to work on learning more complicated recipes. Conluscious came home one day while Jewelweed was working on such a recipe.
"My love, I have news!" he called. Jewelweed turned to face her mate. She rested her hands on her small pregnant belly. Conluscious had wanted to go back to baby making once the three were weaned. And Jewelweed, who loved being a mother more than anything, happily complied.
"Yes?" she asked. Conluscious walked forward and rubbed her belly, a common satyr behavior meant to curry good luck.
"I have figured out how you can take your wonderful baking to the next level!"