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Before crust hardens.
The warmer I am, The fresher I am.
I add lots of flavor and have many layers, but if you get to close I'll make you cry. What am I?
The sun bakes them, The hand breaks them, The foot treads on them, And the mouth tastes them. What are they?
What makes a loud noise when changing its jacket, becomes larger but weighs less?
I stand in one place yet fill the whole room. I can be filled with molten rock and come in every hue. What am I?