Rumi already packed everything she needed weeks before she had to go to the academy. Everything was in there: Clothing, toothbrush, pencils and other stationary, a whisk, rolling pin, cookie tins, cookie cutters, pans for frying up pancakes, pretty much anything a baker would take with her. Although it wasn't guaranteed she would be allowed to cook or bake, they were things she felt she needed to take with her anyway. "Never forget how you started," her mother always told her and she was planning on sticking to those words. Especially after she got a portable oven for her birthday one year ago, which she has tested and strapped the box of the back seat of her bike. She didn't live too far from the academy she was attending anyways, so she could take her delivery bike there if she left early.

Rumi quickly took out a few things she made: Breadsticks, bread loafs, cookies, pudding, and many other things. She wanted to leave a good impression on the others after all. Shortly after finishing everything up she hopped on her bike, making her way over to the academy. She swore she saw a boy running past her house earlier before she was getting ready to leave. She would've offered him a ride, but at the speed, he was running he would've already been at the academy before her.

Rumi's ride to the academy was a calm one. She wasn't in a rush, but she wouldn't mind getting there before anyone else was there. At her current pace, she would be just in time, however, and she really didn't mind being a little bit late. Rumi stopped briefly to grab one of her lollipops and put it in her mouth before continuing, she was rather fond of eating candy and other sweets during a bike ride.

Before she knew it, she arrived at the academy. Some people were giving her weird looks because of all the branding on her bike and the fact there is a mini-oven strapped to her bike. Not only that, but there was a rather large amount of food in her basket that still had its fresh smell coming out of it, even after all that biking.