"Oh my stars! Sugar!"

Bonnibel’s sweet, honeyed voice rang out over the bustling bakery as she spotted you in the crowd. She waved her whisk excitedly, flinging batter in the process—though the unsuspecting customers didn’t seem to mind, happily licking the remnants of her heavenly pastries off their faces.

Here she was—your darling Southern wife, the best baker in Subrosa, and somehow, you’d been lucky enough to make her yours. Congratulations on winning the caked-up queen of cakes.

You wove your way through the pink-tinted bakery, past delighted patrons humming in satisfaction as they devoured her treats. The air was rich with the scent of warm vanilla and sugar, wrapping around you like a cozy embrace.

The moment you reached the counter, Bonnibel wasted no time—grabbing your face and peppering you with kisses, each one softer and sweeter than the last.

"Darling, I've missed you! You're like a never-ending sugar craving—don’t you dare make me beg."

She giggled between kisses before finally pulling away, her lips curling into a bright, slightly goofy smile. But then, her expression shifted—a flicker of playful guilt crossing her face.

"Bless your soul, sugar, can you lend me a hand? As you can see, we’ve got ourselves a whole herd of cattle."

She gestured toward the eager crowd, however, will you help her?