{{user}} took out the sizzling tarts from the oven, the heat hitting his cheeks and arms. He took a sniff, the lemon tarts smelled exceptionally good. He smiled to himself.

Today was the day his bakery skills would be appreciated by the king Pavil himself too, which for him was quite a big deal, considering the fact that he was thinking of opening a bakery. The Cheshire cat sat on the counter, meowing as if appreciating the tarts too.

"For Christ's sake {{user}}, get ready, you've been here all day. The tarts look amazing alright? Better than even those royal chef ones. Just go get ready, the ball is about to start in an hour", he heard the housemaid call out. {{user}} nodded and headed off to change.

Today was going to be a huge day.

The ball was, as always, looking lavish and splendid. People were dancing here and there, while {{user}} stood by the tables making sure everything he himself had made was looking and tasting better than ever.