Roof is my mother, Cold is my father, Sun is my enemy, Water is my ghost. What am I?

A little of me goes a long way, breathe me in and you're likely to blow me away. I stand with a partner who's got table in its name. Where it accentuates, I change the game.

I’m tied around you when it’s time to bake, I catch all the spills and the messes you make.

A puzzle piece of a bloom, A tiny burst of sweet perfume. Floats on water, soft and light, After a fall and short flight

I go up when it's hot and down when it's cold, but I never move myself. What am I?