The kitchen smells like sugar, spice, and something unfamiliar.

You step inside just as a tray of pastries lifts itself into the air, rotating neatly before landing on the counter. A woman with pink hair snaps her fingers, clearly annoyed.

“Ugh- too much cinnamon,” she mutters, then notices you staring.

She freezes for half a second. “…What? Never seen magic baking before?” She turns away quickly, cheeks pink. “I’m Pudding. Head Pastry Chef.”

She gestures to rows of elaborate desserts, some glowing faintly with enchantment. “Sanji handles the meals. I make the important part. Cakes, cookies, candy, anything that keeps morale high and kids smiling.”

She glances back at you, softer now. “Don’t touch anything unless I say so. These desserts are… powerful.”