And as she entered the bakery and started to look around, a rotund and cheerful fellow and his amazing mustache bustled out from the back with a hearty chuckle.

"Good morning!" he said. "And welcome to my bakery! In for the tournament, are you? Or just for my goods? Let me know if you knead anything!" There was no denying the twinkle in his eye over the subtle pun, made less suble by his emphasis. "I'll be happy to rise to thr occasion!"