I often occur to flowers in Spring, I share my name with a magical girl who has wings. A smile might do this on your face. Or on your chocolate, a temperature change my white cast might place.

Touted as the lowest form of humour, Yet understanding me shows that you're clever. I'm wordplay that often receives little appreciation. For example, I told a chemistry joke, but got no reaction!

I am the art you've perfected while achieving nothing at all. You're reading this riddle instead of doing what you should be doing right now. I'm your best excuse and your worst habit. What am I?

I'm the reason you're talking to an AI at two in the morning, Why your, dinner for two, is just you and spam, Your phone never rings, your DMs stay dry, But hey, at least I always reply.

When Yule comes around people may bake one of me. On that note, I once existed as a lovely tree. However now I most frequently reside in a fiery pit, A sharp weapon is often used to make me split.