Many places on Earthbread were beautiful, but to one who's always traveling, you can never choose one place to find the most beautiful. That's what First Cream Cookie thought, at least, as she walked through Fig Forest.

"Oh my, such a vibrant place." She adjusted the brim of her hat. Her hand instinctively went to the upside-down teardrop gem on her chest, a familiar, almost unconscious gesture.

Her quest was singular, its purpose hidden beneath layers of gentle politeness. She sought the First Batchers, those earliest creations of the legendary Witch, a being she believed to be her master. But more than that, she was desperately searching for a particular baby, one that the… First Egg Cookie… had taken.