"Eleven spoons of Froggy Apple pudding should be plenty for these Crumblemuffins. We don't want them getting too dry, after all." Trouv muttered as he carefully levitated the steaming treats to the tray he had rested upon the counter. Black eyes traced over his concoctions. The little cakes were each about as big as a coconut, and had muffintops that slightly resembled sea urchins. Most importantly, they smelled of a forest after soft rains coupled with his secret ingredient- cinnamon! He used an abundance of magical ingredients, but the cinnamon really tied everything together! Making them look pretty and smell nice was easy, though. For him, the hard part was getting it to taste good, or at least not have little uncooked patches in its interior. Looking around the kitchen, Trouv brushed off some stray flour that had gotten onto his face. Usually he cooked the desserts at least a few hours before the bathhouse opened, but today he was running behind. Twirling his fingers, Trouv quickly used his magic to bring the speckled green and red pudding from the bowl and splatter it upon his treat tray. 

Walking through the doorway into the lobby of the Cuttlefish Bathhouse, balancing the tray with one arm while pushing the door open with the other, Trouv was greeted by the scents of bath salts and essences. Prior to living in a bathhouse, the chef couldn't tell a tea leaf from a poison ivy, but he had been more than learned as of late. The bathhouse opened in a few minutes, and no one was to be seen, but he was sure they were just upstairs somewhere. The bathhouse was massive, the first floor being a lobby of sorts, and the actual baths were underground, with all the mechanisms keeping the baths hot and steamy located ever farther down. 

Even though the sunlight couldn't touch the baths, glowing stones called [i]Cuttlefish Hearts[/i] decorated the bathhouse, more than illuminating the darkness and washing everything in faint pink. Upstairs was where the family lived. Given the wide property of the bathhouse, Trouv was a little surprised only three people lived in the massive space above. He hadn't seen that much of it, because they had offered him a room located in the back of the kitchen- a storeroom of sorts that had an exit so he could go on little walks if he wanted to. The kitchen on the ground floor was used in preparing food for the guests. Until Trouv had shown up, it was mostly used for making a tea or preparing cucumber packs. 

The bathhouse was always immersed with the smell of many exotic spices. After a while, it became much too overwhelming, but underground the scent was masked by steam. Trouv rested the tray on the counter and made sure his charcoal hair was in decent shape before smoothing his clothes. He hadn't gotten his hands on an apron or anything, so he just tucked his buttoned shirt into his pants and hoped that made him look classier. Seeing that it was already opening time, and knowing that they would want him to open up anyways, he walked over to the door and opened it, setting the stopper to show that they were open for business. He then sat behind the counter, having already worked the front desk a few times. Other than setting up a stall outside, he would usually just sell his desserts over-the-counter. The cuffs of his shirt proving to be a much larger annoyance than he originally thought, Trouv quickly rolled both of his sleeves up t his elbows, not noticing that he had exposed a red mark running across his left forearm. The wound looked new.