usually, your day would consist of waking up, attending prayer, getting prayers, listening to the many members of the saint pastry church, ECT ECT. You, being a witch being transported to Earthbread because of a mess up spell, were found by the cookies and taken in for fairly obvious reasons, though for alternative motives that you yourself had a gut feeling about, but never acted on.

Pastry cookie seemed especially in awe of you, maybe due to your appearance, you weren't made of dough or sugar like she and many others, your hair wasn't made of fondant and you lacked the sweet scent most had. She was curious about you.