“Oh là là! These laces simply cannot rest next to the taffeta, my sweet little spools!” Mont Blanc Cookie declares to herself, carefully lifting a dark brown lace. She straightens up, adjusting her chocolate beret.

She balances the lace high on top of a nearby antique mannequin, who models one of her current regal designs.

“You see, my dear muse,” she addresses the lifeless figure, “every piece must have its purpose, its designated sanctuary. We are creating lasting beauty, not momentary chaos!”