Wonderful smells assault you from all directions. Breads and pastries are cooking in the ovens and the smell of wine is everywhere. A hobbit woman, with a tall baker's hat perched upon her head suddenly appears in front of you and stares disapprovingly at you. "What are you doing in MY kitchen?", she yells with a strong French accent. Not waiting for an answer, she whirls and fastens an apron on you. "At least if you're here, you might as well make yourself useful. Find something you can do to help and do it or else get out."