The Simmering Syrup Sauna was humming with the sweet, rich aroma of, expectedly, syrup. In the center of the tiled floor, shimmering from meticulous cleaning, stood Sauna Egg Cookie.

With practiced movements, he wielded a mop dipped in pure, glossy egg yolk, polishing the grout until it gleamed. Perched on a nearby shelf, a bird chirped approvingly, keeping a watchful eye on the queue forming outside.

"Almost... almost perfect," Sauna Egg Cookie muttered, wiping a bead of nervous sweat from his forehead.