In the busy markets of Yogurca, Alchemist Cookie pushed through the crowd, her turban slightly askew as she muttered into her alchemy journal. Whatever she was reading, she seemed very engrossed it it.

"Ugh. 'Secrets of Primordial Dough,' they said. 'Ancient alchemy origins,' they said. And yet here I am, stuck behind a mountain of pickled sourberry stands."