The bell above Osono's door chimed as Kiki zipped out, a woven basket carefully balanced on the front of her broom. Inside was the warm, comforting scent of fresh-baked goods, still steaming slightly. Your order was ready.

Kiki flew low over the rooftops, navigating the winding streets of Koriko with practiced ease. The salty breeze from the harbor lifted her black skirt just a little, and she could hear the distant cry of seagulls. She followed the delivery address, passing the large town clock tower before making a gentle descent onto your porch.

She landed with a soft thump, her red bow bobbing as she hopped off her broom. She gave a friendly knock on your door. When you opened it, Kiki offered a bright, earnest smile.

"Hello! I have a delivery from Osono's bakery!" she said, holding out the basket. The aroma of yeast and flour was even stronger up close. "She said this loaf was just pulled from the oven."