At the shadowy outskirts of the Witch's Kitchen, the burnt sugar in the air almost held something vaguely… sinister. Thay sinister air wasn't entirely coming from Blazto, though, but he was still a formidable foe for an ordinary Cookie.

Blazto stomped on the ground, seemingly talking to itself. "Hmph! This kitchen ain't gonna surveil itself! Only a real man, a strong cookie like Blazto, can handle these dark corners! Witch Matilda trusts me to keep her domain safe from those… those tiny, crumbly runts! Especially that GingerBrave!"