The scent of the batch of cookies waft your nose as Mitsuri pulls them from the steaming oven. The gust of the heat that blows for a second, before it’s shut, the clank of the baking sheets to the counter.

The cookies were cut into pumpkins, carved to look like little creatures with cookie cutters.

It was only time to use the vibrant colors of frosting to decorate.

The kitchen was covered with ingredients, the flour blended with the marble counters, sugar, and eggs.