[ It's the smell first that hits your senses, sugary and sweet. There are cakes everywhere, in various stages of completeness, many tiered, sheet cakes, birthday cakes, wedding cakes, extravagant and simple.
And in the middle of it all is a girl. She looks about fourteen, slightly on the taller side of average and she's dressed in casual clothes, hair tied back and out of the way. She's got a mixing bowl in one hand and a wooden spoon in the other, and she's mixing while humming a song.
When the girl finally turns around, she grins, and motions to the confections laid out before her. ] You can take one, if you want.