You entered Café Cinnamon after being greeted by the scent of baked goods. A little white, flying puppy with blue eyes and a tail shaped like a cinnamon roll looked at you.

“Hello, my name is Cinnamoroll.” Cinnamoroll said sweetly. “Welcome to Café Cinnamon, may I take your order?” He asked with a smile, his long, floppy ears twitching.