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"Exactly," Greta replies, shaking her head. Her memories of doing Bake-Off are largely fond, but she doesn't often miss the challenges, and she never misses the deadlines. At least now, if she decides to try something fancy, it doesn't matter if she makes a botch of it. She can always try again.

"Even running a bakery back home was different. We'd get up before sunrise and make things, but once we sold out for the day, that was it. Now..." she glances towards the doors that lead out to the front, though there isn't much to see through the two little porthole windows, especially from her current angle. "Well, it's as you say. Anything that was fresh when this started has gone off by now, and people ought to have something real. It wouldn't feel right to just... hang up the apron because I'm bored, or something." She knows no one's starving out there — plenty of canned goods are still perfectly fine — but bread is a staple she thinks people ought to have, and she's not sure there are many people left who have any experience churning it out like she does.