It had been a humid night, a perfect night for baking bread, the heat of the oven made the bakery far to hot though working alone Fionn was able to get away with working without his shirt on. Sticking his arms in the oven to reach the loaf of bread in the back caused Fionn to sweat a little but he was use to it by now, the loaf came out looking perfect, it had a beautiful golden brown crust and while he couldn't smell the fresh baked bread smell any more he could tell it was perfectly baked by the soft crack sound the crust was making. He smiled tonight was going to be a good night.

Ah I love this so much a big thanks to  Nekotuni for doing this bit of art!