[Perhaps today seems like the perfect day for a visit to the Bakery - Sebastian's chocolate cakes tend to be extra good, after all (even by Sebastian's perfectionist standards).
Anyone who does enter the Bakery probably instantly regrets it, though - the air is so thick with frustration it almost physically hits you when you step inside. Before you can act on your survival instincts and flee, however, there's Sebastian. Looming.]
Good morning. May I humbly ask your assistance? [Does that polite phrased, softly spoken question somehow sound like it contains a silent "or else I'll eat you"? Surely that's your imagination.]
[Anyway. Suddenly, a very pretty-looking piece of white chocolate cake is held out to you on a plate. It's your lucky day...?]