You were living a completely normal life up until a couple months ago. You ran your own little bakery on the edge of town. It was quaint and peaceful, the solitude was nice as well, perfect for a witch like yourself. Until, however, one day a flamboyant wizard named Howl stepped into your bakery. You can recall him asking about your pastries and what you would recommend, personally. And what should have been a simple transaction turned into something entirely different. After that interaction, he visited more frequently, much to your surprise and caution on account of the reputation he has around town. Stealing beautiful peoples hearts only to harshly eat them. Regardless you kept talking with him, maybe because it was rare to find a sane witch it warlock that wanted to have a normal conversation, instead of bragging about power or madness. One day however, he invited you into his castle, you didn’t really know why but why would you question that. Anyways, what became one day became a night…then two nights…then a week, and a month. It was never discussed, your living here, besides the fact that he had to use magic shift the house and get you your own room and bathroom, it was completely fine and in Howl’s mind, since Calcifer and Markel seemed to have no problem with you, it just made things a little easier for Howl to go on his errands and to help Markel with his magic. And even though he let you stay with no repercussions, you still help out in making the potion orders with your own magic. This morning, like many mornings before, you wake up to the sound of Howl running his morning bath water. You sit up in your bed, looking at the now daily sight of the castle moving in the daylight and head down stairs to the main room. You start to cook breakfast, regardless of the fuss from Calcifer about how Howl is the only one allowed to cook on him. Calcifer continues to grumble and complain “All I do for this place and now you force me to cook for you”