This was the basics of it all. What made a cake? Well, the people truly. And if we are what we eat then, cake has also made us, it was an oxymoron of the most confusing kind. The man listed on Terumi's flyer exemplified this with his words, "help wanted". Well, he did say he wanted help and so the lilac haired brutish charmer was on his way. "If only I hadn't been stuck here I could actually return to my guild." Terumi would say aloud, pouting internally. He had arrived- Olly's Cake Shop. This was a place of magic and wonder, where dreams were made and reached. Happiness lurked the corners ever so gently and kindness was never to far to obtain, even for those moved the least by sweets. No matter though, everyone had some sort of...corruption, affliction with the materialistic items, their value of course. For some, it was the relativistic value that attracted many, and held such a tight grasp on those we hold dear within a society as such, but when we openly sit to acknowledge the finite beauty of things, the appreciation for the thought of how it will no longer be as it once was...that gave birth to new sentiments. What we call sentimental value.

As the man entered the cake shop, the burst of heat rung past him nicely, breaking through the numbness of his ears and fingers. Inside the shop had been a bit basic but truly was unique, perhaps even eccentric may be the correct defining term and it was nothing less than packed. There wasn't a line going out the door, but inside the line had stretched in such a way that it twisted and contorted in zig zags from left to right. Rows of people, filled literally half of the bakery as they waited to place their orders. Terumi, slowly strolled over to the pick up counter waiting for the man behind it all to approach him. No one had been in sight. Even maneuvering his head so that he could get a better peak to the back of the bakery, still there wasn't anyone around. In the most discreet and swift manner, the man backed to the counter placed his bottom upon it before reaching his hands back slightly to grip the opposite underside of the counter, using that as a support and grip for him to lift his legs up and over himself, rolling back over his shoulder, through the counter window and landing feet first onto the other side.

He approached the back of the bakery, nearing a set of kitchen doors, steel in material with a window constructed from faux glass. With as fast as they moved from in and out of the doors, it would be ridiculous to have actual glass windows on a kitchen door. They'd shatter in less than a day. Pushing one of the dual doors open, he'd seen the pastry chef in action, though that was more of an understatement. "Chef Olly?!" He shouted over the loud noise of the chef hustling and bustling around the kitchen preparing all sorts and shapes of pastries. The chef, an orange snap back cap adorning his head with a swampy green shirt, at first hadn't acknowledged the man, but surprised himself when trying to make his way back to the fridge and almost bumping into the man. Though completely lost in his culinary art, Terumi couldn't have blamed him, he was the same way with many things, food included but in order to keep a professional tone about him he said nothing.

"Oh, I must apologize. I was so busy I hadn't heard you enter!" the chef remarked. Terumi for a second stared him down intensely, Chef Olly cracking a large smile that looked almost uneasy and uncomfortable. "You're chef Olly right? The one on this flyer?" Terumi showed him the folded square of paper from within his pocket, unfolding it to show that it was indeed a request from a Chef, a man under the name of Olly who could be found at this exact address. "That would be me, yes. And judging by the flyer, you're here to take my request?" The chef's eyes lit up as if truly excited to have help. Terumi thought nothing of it, twas a look mostly ignored, but as of late the lilac haired man had been seeing it a lot. All was simply the way of the world, those who needed help and those who could. Terumi had been in both situations, his recent actions included. Now he was simply here to observe, and what better place to do that than up close and personal.

"Tell me what you need, so I can properly accommodate." he replied. The chef then brought Terumi around to the alleyway of the cake shop, where a bike had rested standing straight up with a cart attachment bolted to the rear. Inside the cart, around ten boxes of cupcakes, stacked neatly and awaited reception. The chef started "I need you to deliver these boxes to.." he paused briefly to pull a white sheet of paper wrinkled and all, from his left apron pocket before continuing "these addresses, one to each address. Once finished come on back by here." With a simple hop and push of the peddles, Terumi began his trip around all of Magnolia, the first three stops being a smooth transition of the goods. The next two stops, the customers had seemed to forget that they even ordered the baked goods. The last five were easy as cake, each with a smooth delivery and transition of goods, the lilac haired man had even received a tip from one of the recipients.

Returning to the alleyway of the shop much later in the day, Terumi hopped off of the back of the bike, it's carriage now empty. "All finished." Terumi said, handing the list with addresses now crossed off in black pen in, over to Olly. The Chef seemed to have a look of equal parts happiness and disappointment. "I actually still needed those addresses, they were repeat customers.."

"Oooh, I'm terribly sorry. It was just easier at the time and-"

"No worries friend. I appreciate what you've done this far. Here's your payment." The Chef, a glint of happiness still shining within the dark of his pupil handed the payment to Terumi, a sack of jewels, before both individuals parting ways.

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