Once the bread dough is done and in the oven, Zee will being working on a fresh batch of brownies for the taverns. She's busy mixing a slurry of batter when suddenly an evil wizard appears!

Zee narrows her eyes at the masked man, stainless steel bowl held under one arm.

"Only dorks and Saturday morning cartoon villains call themselves evil," she asserts, pointing at the wizard with her chocolate batter-covered spoon. "So which are you?"

Come on, Zee.

That's not a great way to make friends.

"He called himself evil, though! People who call themselves evil are always trouble. Especially when they insist that they aren't!"

She gesticulates wildly with her spoon in the wizard's general direction.

He might get some brownie batter on his fancy robes if he isn't careful.

"You don't have a fu manchu mustache under that tacky mask, do you?" she inquires. "Because unless you look like Ming the Merciless, you're a pretty lousy evil wizard in my book."