I'm a pair that dice players dread, Two circles of black, a losing spread. Though no reptile, my name implies a hiss, What am I, often met with a dismiss?

I guard your clothes from careless drops, yet end up stained when dinner stops. I sit through feasts both large and small, unnoticed by most, yet used by all.

Before you enter you must give me a turn Leaving me unlocked could raise some concern Chances are you've touched me today I come in a variety of colors from gold to grey.

Oui oui what a pleasant treat! Butter me up or fill me with meat. I'm flaky and feel lighter than air Perfect for breakfast with a foreign flair

I travel in circles like a disk. A clumsy cook may curse me as a risk, For when I'm missing, kitchen drawers they'll frisk. Yet once found, I work swift and brisk, Making things thick and creamy as a bisque. What am I?