Imagine a World, and Don't Forget the Chocolate!

If every world you drew became real, then you could have anything you wanted--buckets of diamonds, rubies, ice cream, chocolate bars, even rutabagas.
Eventually, however, you'd get lonely and bored just gloating over your wealth and going 'Ha Ha Ha Ha! I'm rich, I'm rich!' You'd want company.

This is when the trouble starts. You could draw someone you like and they'd pop into your world, but then what? Your friend follows a script that you wrote? If so, your friend is just a robot programmed by you. No arguments, no need to share the special horde of chocolate etc., but no surprises, no give and take, no sense of a real person.

So you generously allow your friend free will.
Hoo boy! Nobody with free will likes to be told what to do! So now your world is becoming a little more like that other world, the one you left behind because it wasn't up to your standards.

And what happens if someone you know draws their own world, then draws you? Pop!--you're in your friend's world. And your friend might have a script for you--one in which you don't recognize yourself at all because you're always loyal, generous, kind, thoughtful, in a good mood, cheerful, and devoted to your friend.
No one likes following a script, not even stage actors--they always try to meddle with it.

Speaking of chocolate, here, from homebakedmemories.com is a recipe for and a picture of some interesting looking chocolate sponge custard.

Most of these recipes I link to look like instructions from my old High School chemistry lab days--the experiments in which parts of the lab bench were scarred for life, perfectly respectable test tubes were cracked and blackened, and innocuous liquids turned into vile, toxic pellets of sludge. So, I salute all of you geniuses who can read a recipe and produce something tasty.

My wife just made some peanut butter cookies and left them to cool on the table in the living room. I can smell them. Peanut butter cookies...on the table...waiting....

Tell Mr. Rogers it's a fine day in the neighborhood....