"If you just wanted to see the flowers and leave, I think that would be fine? I don't think we're going to be entirely peaceful, but we don't want to be always super mean either? The Big Guy told me I only have to fight people who seem mean."

"Well I definitely don't want to be mean!"

"If you want to visit some time I think it would be fine and not mean at all."

"Okay! I'll ask La Patissière about it."

"I'll look forward to your visit! I think I'll keep heading down for now though."

"The stairs are by the entrance!" she says helpfully. "Have fun!"

He waves goodbye, then goes back to the start of the cave zone and down the stairs.

The next level down, there is a small room, more finished and furnished than the cave above it.

A round purple teapot stands on a lacy paper doily in the middle of a small round table. Around it are three teacups sitting empty in their saucers, each with a differently sized chair for a visitor to sit at.

The teapot is making a quiet sound that goes something like fweet fweeeeet, but quickly stops when she hears footsteps on the stairs. Her ceramic belly sloshes with tea as she abruptly straightens into proper teapot posture.

He wags his tail. "Oho what's this? Is there another new friend to make here? Or just refreshments? My, how kind this place is."

The teapot leans questioningly towards a cup.

"Oh, thank you. I'll have some tea. Please forgive me if I don't know the right pleasantries!"

She pours, then hops back onto her doily. A pleasant fruity smell wafts from the cup.

Ankle Biter carefully, neatly laps at the tea.

It has a pleasant fruity taste, slightly sweet but not too strong. It's quite warm, but comfortably drinkable.

"This is lovely. Hihihi, I hate to be a critic as a guest, but have you considered something cinnamony? Chai, perhaps?"

The teapot considers this request, shakes herself slightly with a decorous slosh, then pours a second cup of tea into a different cup. This one has a more cinnamon-based flavour profile.

"Oh! That's a wonderful ability."

He moves the cups carefully and closes his eyes to enjoy this new batch of tea.

"Is there anything I can do in return?"

The teapot serenely rotates back and forth in a headshaking gesture.

"Ah. Well, the tea is delicious. And the hot spring was good too! I'll have to be careful not to spend too much time away from home!"

Ankle Biter finishes his cinnamony tea over a few minutes, then stands again and stretches. He looks for a new path.

Past the table with the teapot, there is an archway veiled by a heavy curtain.

Onward! Only very slightly expecting a sudden, 'aha, you let your guard down!'!

As he pushes the curtain aside, the smell of fresh-baked cookies hits his nose, followed shortly by the sight of an aproned woman piping icing onto a cookie the size of a large pizza. There are more cookies all over her kitchen: cookies cooling on wire racks, cookies baking in ovens, cookies waiting to be put into ovens, cookies stored tidily in those tall wheeled conveyances with many slideable trays that show up in bakeries. Heart-shaped cookies with fruity toppings and circular cookies with beautiful mountainous vistas painted on them in icing; square cookies with scalloped edges and hexagonal cookies topped with chunks of honeycomb. All of them are at least ten inches across.

"Hello!" says the baker. "Would you like a cookie?"

"Hello! You must be La Patissière. One of the dragons up above mentioned you. I would love a cookie. This place is so nice!"

"I try! You can take your pick of the finished ones, or wait for one of the fresh ones to be done cooling if you want it decorated especially for you."

He looks around for one themed around flowers and/or fire.