She sells seashells by the seashore, But tornados are moving in, one, maybe more, She should come inside, we can play a fun game! I have one with colored dots and a spinner, oh, what's its name?

I'm made from milk but I'm not a drink, I age in the dark more than you think. With or without holes, I'm served with ease, Slice me up, who am I please?

I don't start with E and I don't end with E but I do have a letter. -this is a spin on a classic riddle that comes along every once in a while-

Cut down, split, and neatly laid, I spend my life in tidy shade. Feed me to flames and I will smile, what am I in patient pile?

In the lungs I lie, Silent and slick, Guard by nature, Cast out when thick.