"Woo-hoo! The air smells sweeter than ever today!" Vagabond Cookie exclaimed, his fan snapping open with a flourish. He stretched languidly, his nose twitching with delight. The scent of honey, freshly baked yakgwa, and the promise of delicious jellies filled the Yakgwa Village. The grand harvest feast was finally here!

He ambled through the village, a cheerful grin plastered on his face. Some villagers were busy setting up market stalls, their hands moving with practiced efficiency. Others were carefully arranging baskets of plump persimmons and glistening apple jellies. Even Okchun Cookie, usually so diligent, was helping her father, the magistrate, oversee the preparations.