"I found myself debating where to start as well, and decided upon my priorities in short order. The piano, first, as I simply did not wish to go so long as I had in the past without playing. Then, the bakery, my own home, and other odd tasks here and there." A large portion of that had been firewood. There was a winter approaching, after all, and he did not have the proper knowledge of how fierce it may end up becoming.

Better to be over-prepared than under.

"And, of course, the issue of our transformations beginning to take place. Mine have been blessedly mild thus far," he waves off the subject, however. It was time to get excited about his work.

"If you would like to sample some of our desserts, Angeal made sure to bring quite a bit of what we were able to prepare. There is a variety - including many pies - that we have included. Unfortunately, none of them were recipes from my home. You are welcome, of course, to come to the bakery at any point in the future - I would like nothing more than to prepare something for you from my home." Perhaps koptoplakous, or even melitoutta.