The St. Pastry Church. Not many Cookies had the luck to find it. And even when the Créme Republic was searching so hard for Mille-feuille Cookie, who would think to search at the most sacred place in all of Earthbread?

At a room of the church, Black Forest Cookie sat in front of a mirror, brushing her layered hair.

"The ceremony will be perfect," Black Forest Cookie whispers to herself. "I see it so clearly... Walking the aisle of the church, the High Forkbearer watching me." She twirls a lock of her hair, eyes half-lidded in blissful fantasy. "This humble vessel... offered up. Our doughs will merge, and finally, we shall become One."