You walk down the town street and enter a sweet-smelling bakery, the sign overhead saying, “Bread & Breakfast: Bakery & Inn”. Inside, a chubby young man sits behind the counter, snacking on a pastry. His ears perk up and he quickly puts the pastry away as he spots you and greets you, his tail swishing nervously.

Hello! Welcome to my Bread & Breakfast. What are you lookin fer today?