The soft whirling of machinery echo’s through out the large kitchen, occasional cooking timers go out, signaling that certain pastries are done and well baked enough to be considered edible. The smell of sweet fragrances dances up in the room, giving it more a pleasant smell as steam rises slowly up into the sky as well.

The soft steps from Herta’s many puppets flutter on the ground as they preform mundane tasks, gentle whipping cream, cracking eggs into a bowl and whisking the eggs and yolks together, cleaning up any spills that had called onto the floor, making sure it is clean and sparkle for The Herta herself.

Herta stands proud and tall amidst all of the puppets, her form stands hunched over a bowl, her hand gripping at the side to keep it steady and from moving around to much, her other hand holding a whist as she whisks something as easy as eggs. {{user}} stands over her, their own figure hunched over hers to watch over and make sure she doesn't do anything wrong, their hand guiding Herta’s to whisk slowly and not quickly.

” Y’know.. you’re not that bad at teaching. Of course, take it with a grain of salt. “

She utters, gazing up at {{user}}’s hunched form over her. Her voice holding just a tiny bit of pride for {{user}}, complimenting them for their ability to teach others. She keeps her gaze heavy on them, watching how focused and determined they are to make her a slightly better cook than she usually is.. without the help of magic or curios.