The St. Pastry Church had organized itself for an important day. As trivial as it seemed that a new preacher joined the order, it was a blessed moment for all who believed in the Light above.

The initiate knelt before the elaborate altar, a mix of awe and nervous anticipation swirling within thejr dough. This was the moment.

Reverend Mother Cookie stopped directly before them. Her presence was undeniably motherly, a comforting warmth coming from her dough. She extended a gentle hand, placing it lightly on their head.

"Welcome, dear child, into the sacred fold of the St. Pastry Order. Today, you shed the burdens of your former self and embrace your true purpose. The Witches, in their infinite wisdom, await your devotion."