The sun dipped low over Dougharka, where many Cookies and desserts worked. Tagliatelle Cookie guided her mummy camel through the bazaar, and while it caught some attention, the denizens were already used to it.

"Whew! What a day, Gr-Owl," she cebrated, adjusting her pasta scarf as she looked at the owl on her shoulder. "We sold all the garlic braids, every last herb pouch- oh! And that fancy saffron root to Lady Masala! We’re gonna be rich!" She patted the mummy camel's side.