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Welcome back to COOKED!

The traveling cooking competition show

in which local chefs compete against each other

in culinary challenges.

I'm your host Hilda, and this is my brother Gunther.

And we love to eat.

- Don't we, Gunther? - Oh, that's right,

schwester Hilda.

We also love to deliberate,

which is exactly what we did during the commercial break.

Now, while all of your meals were simply wunderbar,

one of you simply has to go.

That's why it's time for the final dish.

None of you came here to make friends.

You came to be the last chef standing.

Claude, your goulash...

was actually ghoulish.

You know what that means.

- You got cooked! - You got cooked!

Oh. What a sad day for all of us,

but mostly for you, Claude.

Mostly for you.

Hello?

Is anyone there?

How do I stay so young?

I don't know, but it sure helps to look it.

Bless you.

Oh, thank you.

Is the show not back on yet?

- No. - Not too close.

You don't want a sick guardian, do you?

- What is that? - My menthol paste.

Helps clear the--

Bless you. - --sinuses.

I tried to use the branded stuff but this wasn't strong enough,

- so I made my own. - God, It's so pungent.

Go magic-wave. Go!

Oh, isn't this contraption marvelous?

Yeah, Vikram, it is awesome. Now, come on,

you can still catch the end of the show.

Ah. And what are we watching?

Oh, it is called COOKED!

It is my new favorite cooking competition show.

It just came out of nowhere a few weeks back.

I'm sorry. A cooking competition show?

Yeah, chefs cook off against each other

to see who's got the best dish.

It's kind of a guilty pleasure.

Uh, no guilt on my end.

I think cooking shows are very comforting.

And who decides what food is best?

Oh, it's the hosts.

It's this wacky brother-sister duo

from Germany.

- Bless you. - The show revolves around food

but you, the viewer, cannot eat it?

- It's not about that. - Well, if it's not about

the food, then what is it about?

It's, um,

it's just--ah, you have to watch.

Ah. How very convincing.

Your popcorn is ready.

Ah! My popcorn! Hmm.

Oh. Who needs a kitchen

when you can have this funny little thing?

This tome denotes everything

one can concoct within its walls.

- Oh. It's back! - And the winner

- of this week's episode-- - Ah.

--is our reigning champion

from Slovakia, Olga Horváth!

As you know, each week we travel to a new city

to find the finest chefs in all of Europe.

Next week, we'll be traveling to beautiful Belgrade, Serbia.

Cool! Fun.

Connor's latest obsession is gonna be in Belgrade.

Hmm. You can stalk the German hosts.

Ask them why they got rid of lederhosen.

They really were quite fashionable.

Oh, do you guys smell that?

No, I can't smell anything.

My nose is as stuffed as a Thanksgiving turkey.

Just a package of perfectly popped popcorn.

Perfect? You mean burnt?

Oh, it's not popcorn. It's...

It's coming from the TV.

- This is so strange. - Connor, you're just hungry

and you think you're smelling the lemon cakes

- Olga made on the show. - Ah, yeah,

Charlie's right, that can happen.

It can really trigger your olfactory systems.

You're just haunted by my undeniable pheromones, huh?

Oh, God, Connor is smelling the television.

He's finally losing it.

I'm not losing it, okay? I can just...

Connor?

Is it me or is that a bit of an overreaction?

No, we shouldn't have mocked him.

Remember the Bes Demon?

Oh, God.

Connor's greatest fear is that the library will drive him mad.

And he'd be lost down a rabbit hole alone.

- I feel terrible. - Charlie's right.

Let's give our pal the evening to chillax.

- Chillax? - And tomorrow we'll apologize.

Can't wait to see you today, Belgrade.

I cannot wait to discover

the next wonderful chef.

Who will be the last chef standing?

Oh, I cannot wait.

We've been to so many wonderful cities,

- haven't we, Hilda? - So many. So many.

Different dishes, oh, so -

Yes. Once we had tacos.

The tacos were very good.

Does anyone else smell that?

Anyone?

Is that a bag of rice?

Hmm.

- I microwaved it. - Okay.

How's the dissection coming along, hmm?

We must uncover the secret of the mystery scent

for Connor posthaste so he knows

that we are taking him seriously.

I have taken apart the entire television

and there is nothing out of the ordinary.

I've even scanned it with the app and nothing.

Have you ever heard of a magic television?

Lysa, you may recall, I hail from the 1800s.

Every television is magical to me.

Aphrodite was said to have an intoxicating scent.

Uh, some deities were drawn

to the mortal realm using incense.

Plus, I found a ton of articles

talking about the science of smell.

Yeah, it's complicated.

Smell is linked to emotion.

Our olfactory systems travel

directly through the areas of the brain

that process memories.

And eating is also connected to smell.

Yeah, the complex flavors we taste

are actually possible 'cause of the smell.

Could the magic be coming directly from the show itself?

But that doesn't explain why only Connor could smell it.

They did say the next episode was filming in Belgrade.

The Belgrade Studio Stages.

They must be filming there today.

Well, that confirms it then.

There is something magical afoot at that studio.

Hmm. We shall solve this smell conundrum by suppertime

and surprise him.

Vikram.

Wonderful to see the can-can is still going strong.

Sure.

Ah. Hello.

- Um, why don't we get inside? - You work on the show?

- Yes, we absolutely do. - Uh-hmm.

Where? Wardrobe? Sound?

No. We are the Librarians.

- Hmm. You should have said. - Hmm.

- Here. This way everyone. - Amazing.

Smashing, my good man.

Our next guest hails all the way from Belgrade,

goes by one name and loves Bolognese,

please welcome Aleks.

And our final contestant joining us

for this scrumptious episode

is the delectable

Connor Green.

We certainly hope you don't get cooked, Connor.

What?

How wunderbar.

Four amateur chefs making delicious food

just for us.

That's right, Hilda.

Which chef will be cooked first?

Join us after the break for challenge number one.

I can't wait to slurp some soups.

And cut! Let's move on. And move this light, please.

We'll be in hair and makeup, fetch us when you're ready.

Okay. Guy, position two, move, move.

You have five minutes to prep your station, okay?

Five minutes everybody to prep your stations.

- Connor, what are you doing? - Guys.

No, no, no, Lysa, it is a brilliant plan.

Connor has infiltrated the show

to get more information from the inside.

- So what's our next move? - Guys, I blacked out.

What do you mean you blacked out?

I mean, I have no idea how I got here.

One minute I was getting coffee,

then I smelled that smell again

during a commercial for the show.

Next minute I'm here.

So it wasn't the television,

it was the TV show.

Oh, you believe me now?

- Hey. - Let's not play

the game of blame, hmm?

Let's get to the bottom of things.

Connor, come with me, we shall begin--

No, Vikram. I'm staying here.

Connor, you blacked out and mysteriously ends up

being a contestant on a magical cooking show.

You can't just go through with it.

I have to go through with it.

Magic brought me here for a reason.

I need to figure out what that reason is.

The answer is here. Food is the key.

I need to cook.

I don't like this. Something's off.

Connor can handle it.

You continue with filming the show,

we'll split up to investigate.

Yeah. Good luck. Come on.

Do you really think we should let Connor--

No, no, no, Vikram's right. We don't wanna repeat

of what happened with the TV, do we?

Indeed.

Do not fear. We shall remain close by.

Now, I wish to speak to this other contestant, Olga.

She has been winning this competition every week.

We'll poke around the other contestants' dressing rooms,

see what we can find.

Ms. Olga, just the acclaimed

culinary connoisseur I was looking for.

Oh. No, no, no,

I'm just a simple woman who loves to cook.

Oh, no, nothing simple about you, my dear.

Oh, your work on this televised tournament of taste

has been terrifyingly terrific.

- Who are you? - Me?

- Uh-huh. - Oh.

Well, I,

- I am-- - Oh, he's an agent.

For chefs.

I didn't know chefs had agents.

Yeah. He's the best of the best.

He can get you cooking in any kitchen in the world.

Yes, it's true.

All the top restaurants, um, such as, um,

- Giant Light in Rome-- - Uh-hmm.

and, um, Mixer in Barcelona,

and, um, Butter.

Of course you've heard of Butter, right?

- No. - Exactly.

Yes. So tell me, what's your secret?

How do you keep winning?

No secret. I just love to cook.

Hmm. Did you study the arts?

Culinary or otherwise?

No. All that I know I learned from my grandmother.

I worked in her bakery when I was younger.

Yes, it's very nice, but what drew you

to be a contestant on this show?

I just saw the advertisement that they are coming to my town.

- Advertisement? - Uh-hmm.

No strange smell?

Just the sweet smell of success.

And what about this ancient-looking receptacle, hmm?

- Where did this come from? - Guys, clear the stage,

we are back.

Let's go.

Okay. Last two contestants' rooms were a wash.

Let's try contestant number three.

Hmm. Where would one hide a magical artifact?

Earth to Charlie?

I'm, I'm sorry.

Um, what were we doing?

We're searching Olga's dressing room.

- Are you okay? - Olga?

Yeah. You know, she's won five weeks in a row.

She certainly made herself at home.

Olga.

Oh, oh.

And you're Lysa. And you have a cold.

Yeah. And you won't seem to let me forget it.

Are you okay? Oh, no, I've made you sick.

Is it the brain fog?

No, no, no, I'm fine.

- I swear. - Okay.

We just have to be quick before she returns.

Are you okay?

Huh? Yeah.

Yeah.

Never better.

What are we even looking for?

What kind of artifact would...

- Lysa? - Yeah.

Oh, that kind of artifact.

We have ticked and tocked

down to the final wire.

Gunther, our first course is ready.

Which contestant will bowl us over with their amazing soup?

Aleks, feed us!

This is my family recipe for leek soup,

passed down for generations.

Hmm, generations. Plural.

So, not just mama's soup.

Ah, good.

It seems our returning champion, Olga, owns a cauldron.

Interesting.

Look what we found in her dressing room.

Yeah. Doesn't exactly look like a first edition Julia Child,

does it?

Soup of Loneliness,

Haggis of Heartbreak,

Stroganoff of Self-Loathing,

Moussaka of Misery.

Oh, I knew it.

Oh, this is my worst nightmare.

We are dealing with another witch.

Aleks, your leek soup tasted more like eek soup.

It gives us no pleasure to say this,

but Aleks...

- you got cooked! - You got cooked!

Oh, why did it have to be a witch?

A kraken, I can handle.

A chupacabra, a cakewalk.

One time, there was a loquacious troll

that had me deviously discombobulated

with his impossible riddles.

But even that, even that, could not compare

to the absolute depravity, the unwavering guile,

the abject terror of witchcraft.

Okay. Whoa, we don't know if Olga is doing any depravity.

She might just be, you know,

trying to win a cooking show by cheating.

But why would a witch use magic to win a cooking show?

Trust me, if a witch is involved,

malfeasance is at play.

We must deduce what kind of witch Olga is,

and from there, figure out her plan.

That's a cut.

Hilda and Gunther, to hair and makeup.

- We're back in 30. - Most importantly,

we need to free Connor and the others

from whatever magic is affecting them.

Indeed. We must quell the smell spell.

Why do witches always make you rhyme?

Connor!

Hey, how's it going?

Hey.

Sorry. Who are you?

What? I'm Lysa.

This is--what is happening?

Lysa, Vik, Charlie.

Oh, my God. Of course.

I don't--I don't know what came over me.

What is going on?

Hmm.

Charlie, you distract the hosts.

Lysa, you sneak into their office

and see what information you can find on Olga.

As for I, I shall look after our intrepid chef.

Go.

You are alone on an island,

what sandwich would you bring?

Pretzel sandwich.

- Pretzel sandwich? - Pretzel--oh.

What a curveball. I love that. You know what I would bring?

A sausage biscuit.

I had one in North Carolina one time.

- Absolutely. - It was so delicious.

- Hmm. - Hi.

Uh, I'm Charlotte.

Charlotte with the Belgrade Women in Media.

We're a online entertainment blog for women.

And you're here to interview us?

Uh-hmm.

We're just two humble Bavarian bakers

who now get powdered and primped for television.

Isn't this wunderbar, Hilda?

- Wunderbar, Gunther. - Wunderbar.

Uh, so great show. Love you guys.

- Danke. - Love what you're doing

with all the...cooking.

Oh, danke schoen.

We so appreciate the art of cooking.

- But don't forget the eating. - Oh, of course.

The eating. All for us.

I wanted to ask you about Olga.

Olga. She's so special.

I'd love to know what makes her food so great.

Oh, her cooking is just...

magic.

It's like nothing we've ever tasted before.

And what's she like?

Off camera, I mean.

Oh, she's just a darling,

although quite competitive.

She keeps winning, the ratings go up,

and the other contestants are lining up

- trying to take her down. - Who knows?

Maybe she'll even get her own spin-off.

- Or perhaps a movie! - More food for us.

Exactly, yes.

So, has your cooking led you to figure out

what that smell is yet?

It's not just about a smell.

When it first hit me,

when it first came through the TV,

it stirred something inside of me.

Some emotion that I can't quite place.

It made me lash out, I'm sorry.

There's no need to apologize.

We understand.

I'm not sure you do, Vik.

When you guys started making fun of me,

it was just like being back at the university.

You think I didn't notice all the sidelong glances

and giggles when I'd mention the occult or cryptids

or the Library?

I lost my whole career, my life,

because people wouldn't take me seriously.

That must have been hard.

It's been so long trying to prove myself to other people.

I was worried I had to do it all over again with you guys.

I mean, you just wrote the whole thing off

as another silly obsession.

Connor's losing his mind over it.

I felt dis...

Dis...

Dismissed?

Dismissed.

COOKED! cast and crew, return to set.

I gotta get back.

Okay. Olga, Olga, Olga, where are you?

Okay. Olga, no kids, works at a garden shop,

hmm, from Slovakia, in for five episodes.

Brigit Burns.

Huh.

Ah.

Okay. Claude Stetson, where are you?

Oh, no.

Psst! Psst!

We are back.

Stand by, everybody.

Hmm. An excellent spot to keep an eye

- on our culinary captive. - I spoke to Gunter and Hilda.

Seems like they're thinking of a spin-off show starring Olga.

And they said her cooking was magic.

Interesting.

It appears Olga has some kind of hold over them.

I also spoke to Aleks and Kat, the other contestants.

They were both lured here by some strange smell

- coming from their TV. - Oh.

So Connor is not the only one who is affected.

That is some sort of relief.

But I am still concerned.

I spoke with him and it was most distressing.

I had no idea--

No idea about what?

I'm sorry.

What was I saying?

I lost the thought. Confound it.

We are no closer to finding a way

to repel the smell spell.

Olga's book.

Maybe there's an answer in there.

Excellent thinking.

My German isn't as good as it used to be, but let's see.

Ah. The spice, the scent, the lure.

A witch using a smell spell to lure people in.

This sounds like something out of Hansel and Gretel.

Gingerbread. Oh, Charlie,

I think you've hit the head of the nail.

This, this is the Gingerbread Spell.

The Hansel and Gretel of whom you speak

are no storybook siblings.

No. This is the tale of the Kitchen Witch,

a very real witch

who would lure youths to her gingerbread home

with magic so that she could cook and eat them.

So, Olga's The Kitchen Witch?

The very witch from the true tall tale.

The same witch that tried to kill Hansel and Gretel

all those years ago

and has now somehow returned.

And using some kind of smell spell

to keep people doing her bidding.

If that's true, we need to take her down. Now.

Agreed.

Olga.

It pains us to say, but...

- you got cooked! - You got cooked!

Oh!

Oh, my God.

Are you guys okay?

Don't they look delicious, Gunther?

Hmm. I am simply salivating, Hilda.

Guys. Guys, guys, guys, guys, guys. Hey, hey.

So, uh, we might have a bigger problem than we thought.

Oh, I don't think that is possible.

Well, when the contestants lose, they are tricked

into some kind of a little holding cell.

And Hilda and Gunther, they have these like

sharp, scary teeth

and I'm pretty sure they're gonna eat them.

Well, I'd say, that is much worse.

And we thought Olga was the witch

from Hansel and Gretel.

But apparently, our jolly

and good-natured hosts,

Hilda and Gunther, are actually Hansel and Gretel

in witch form.

So, they remained in the gingerbread house

and took over the witch's role?

Precisely.

Gingerbread Spell affects a certain type of person.

One who is alone, sad, abandoned, what have you.

It targeted Hansel and Gretel

because they were quite literally abandoned

by their family.

And Lysa, you yourself wondered why the smell spell

had not affected the rest of the team.

See, all of us were present at the show.

But the three of us were not as present as we needed to be,

not for our friend, Connor.

The Gingerbread Spell targeted Connor

because he felt abandoned by us?

Oh, God.

Ah, the spell's really doing a number on him.

And this whole thing is a ruse to eat people?

It is a powerful spell.

It makes you forget who you are

and where you come from.

Your attention, everybody.

Our final elimination segment is up. Desserts!

Okay. You guys grab Connor.

I'm gonna fire up the Magic Door.

Let's get out of here.

Okay. So, now we just need to--

where is Connor?

- Who's Connor? - What? I--

I told you to grab him

so we could save him from the witches.

Witches? Where?

Ah, have at thee!

Who are you calling a witch, you steampunk punk?

Okay. No one is a witch and no one is a steampunk punk.

We needed to rescue Connor.

- Who's Connor? - Who's Connor?

We were just with him. How do you not, remember?

Huh. I have to get something. Stay here.

Five, four, three, two, one.

Time for something sweet.

Desserts to the front.

I didn't realize that witches

have become so adept at physical combat.

I didn't realize they had a Hot Topic at the Ren Faire.

Oh, I don't know what any of that means.

I can't imagine that's rare for you.

Oh, how, dare you?

Oh, God. Don't hit me!

Don't hit me! Don't hit me! Don't hit me.

What is this?

My menthol paste.

A potent concoction that can clear sinuses,

block out odors, and even cure seasickness.

- Did you know that morticians-- - How come you weren't affected?

Sinuses stuffed with mucus.

Oh, please don't say mucus.

Brilliant work, Lysa.

But that Gingerbread Spell permeates the soundstage.

And while we and the crew are not the intended targets,

it's been slowly working its way through our systems,

- making us forget. - Which is why

the crew didn't realize anything was wrong.

Yeah, and why they weren't concerned

about the missing contestants.

We need to go back and save Connor

but we need a way to protect ourselves from that spell.

- Lysa, bring that gel. - Well, about that.

You used the last of it?

It's been a bad cold. I can whip up some more.

- It just might take a while. - We don't have a while.

Hilda and Gunther have already claimed numerous victims.

Oh, we must go back and save Connor

from these accursed witches

and dispel this smell spell,

gel or no gel.

- Let's go. - That made my head hurt.

I am so sorry, Connor.

Your crème brûlée

was just a little bland for my taste.

Connor Green...

- you got cooked! - You've got cooked!

- You got cooked! - You got cooked!

- Connor. - Connor.

Psst! Connor.

That means our new champion is Kat!

Congratulations!

Go and bask in the glory of being number one.

Our crew will be right in for your post-show interview.

Hilda, can you believe after all that

my tummy is still rumbling?

Shall we get washed up for supper, Hilda?

Yes, Gunther.

Auf wiedersehen!

See you next time on COOKED!

Guten appetit!

And cut!

That's a wrap for today.

Supper. That means he's...

That they plan to eat the losing contestants

right here in the studio.

What are we gonna do?

We can't just grab Connor and leave.

Gunther and Hilda need to be stopped.

We need to put an end to this show for good.

But how?

You are all dismissed.

Whoa.

Dismissed?

He's got that look on his face.

If it's not about the food,

then what is it about?

Oh! I have it.

Lysa, you go get the contestants and bring them back here.

- Charlie, with me. - Okay.

To the cookery.

- What do need? - Almond flour--

Huh? - --butter, eggs,

baking powder, and of course, salt.

Okay. Please tell me this is part of the plan

and you're not just feeling hungry.

What are you doing?

Charlotte? You told us you were a blogger.

Yeah, I lied.

Vikram, whatever you're doing, it better not take too long.

Oh, damn.

Okay.

Let's get you out of here.

Oh no, no rush, no rush at all. Come on.

- Where am I? - Come on.

Who am I?

Who are you?

Connor, it's me, it's Lysa.

Lysa?

You're under a spell.

The Gingerbread Spell to be exact.

It is making you forget who you are.

I don't remember the word for how I feel.

I'm sorry, we don't have time for this.

Just follow me, and I've got to get you out of here.

Come on, guys. Okay. Let's put that down.

Okay. Let's go. Go, quick.

Quick, quick. Great.

Okay. Excuse me, excuse me.

Let's get out of here. Oh.

Hey, what's going on?

- Is there an after-party? - Not quite.

We are all in terrible danger. We have to get out of here.

Congrats on the win, by the way. If we make it out of here alive,

I'll get some of those recipes off you, okay?

Quick, quick, let's go!

Rats.

Arnold call?

You better speed this up, Vikram!

Almost there! Any second now!

Okay, Vikram. I've got the contestants now.

What-- oh, that escalated quickly.

Oh, no. Uh...

stay back.

Why are you doing this?

For centuries, we subsisted

on rogue mountain climbers

who roamed the hills of Bavaria.

But then, one day we discovered cable television.

Tell them about the plan, Gunther!

You see, we devoured all these cooking shows

and thought, pfft, we could do that.

For too long, we've been at the mercy

of whatever healthy hiker wandered our way.

With our own show,

we could lure in the exact person we craved.

Grief, hmm. Loneliness, yummy. Ennui, delicious.

All much better than that healthy, well-adjusted hiker.

Who cares.

And now, with the Gingerbread Spell

wafting through televisions,

we can find the exact flavor we so craved.

- That is monstrous. - Yeah.

Stay back.

Gunther!

I can't take her anymore! Gunther.

Come on, Connor, you can do this.

Hey!

What? This is impossible.

No one can break the spell.

It is possible because I'm Connor Green.

And I'm a Librarian.

No.

Hilda!

Hilda!

No!

Yes!

Connor was right.

Cooking is the key to this whole ordeal.

Behold my creation.

Reveal to me my nourishment.

What is it?

Mug bread.

Another recipe made possible

by the magical microwave,

a mere 90 seconds.

And now, we have this.

This is what broke the spell.

I don't get it.

Food is the key.

Or more specifically, bread.

The act of breaking bread with other people

leads to connection, bridges cultures,

and most importantly, creates friendships.

When I saw you all working together to save me,

I was able to break through the spell

and realize what the smell was.

The smell that lured me here and almost turned me

into a late afternoon snack.

So? What was it?

The day we all met. After we defeated the Drekavac,

we went and got dinner at this Italian spot.

I don't remember the name

and the food wasn't really that good,

but it meant a lot to me to have you three.

It meant everything.

It meant I finally had people who believed in me.

And it was the smell of that restaurant.

It was the moment I realized I wasn't alone.

I, uh, had a family...again.

That's the real magic of food.

It's not about a competition.

It's not even about the meal, really.

It's about breaking bread

with people who accept you.

The smell is gone.

The spell is broken.

Oh, Hilda, what is happening to us?

It's all coming back to me now.

It was a smell that lured me to this show weeks ago.

Strawberries and whipped cream,

- my husband's favorite dessert. - Oh.

He would have it every night before bed.

Entirely too often.

He's been gone for five years now.

I'm very sorry to hear that.

I'm sure he would have been proud

of how well you did on this show.

Even if it was an evil plot

to eat people?

Ah, yeah, even so.

You're cauldron, madam.

Cauldron?

That's a very high-end Dutch oven.

Oh. Oh, I see.

A regrettable jumping to conclusions on my part.

It's just that witches get me, um, agitated.

Speaking of witch,

why did you have this in your dressing quarters?

I'm not very proud of that.

The pressure of winning

week after week, it just got to me.

So I figured if I can steal their recipe book,

I could get some insights into their taste.

But you couldn't make heads or tails of it?

No. It turned out their taste was me.

Well, I shall leave you to your Dutch oven,

as I tend to an oven of a more spooky origin.

- Hmm. - Hmm.

It appears as though they've been cooked.

I know you're not fond of any witches,

but these two seemed remarkably nasty.

Oh.

I'm glad they're taken care of. Thank you.

That cold of yours was quite the boon.

Yeah, but I'm gonna be glad

when I can breathe properly again.

As am I. That menthol paste has some staying power.

Smell is such a mystery, is it not?

No, it isn't. It's a science,

and science saved the day once again.

The Gingerbread Spell turns you into food

by taking away your memory. Fine.

I'll begrudgingly admit that your knowledge of the link

between memory and scent was rather useful.

And your obsession over the microwave was too.

Yes, although I've moved on to the wonders of the air fryer.

Oh, do you think Elaine will allow us

to get one for the Annex?

You know, I don't think we have the counter space.

What are you doing?

They go in the Library!

What? Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

This whole thing has been such an ordeal

that I stopped by the market on the way back and got these.

Oh, my God.

Do you want one?

Oh, I'm actually off human-shaped cookies.

Ah, auf wiedersehen, huh?

I hope those cookies haven't spoiled anyone's appetite.

Dinner's ready.

I've been giving it some thought,

and I think I'd be a very good reality television contestant.

- Oh, I don't know about that. - Of course.

After all, I thrive in high-pressure environments,

excellent at strategic decision-making,

and I almost always know

when something is cake or not cake.

Connor, this looks amazing.

Oh, you are kinder than my last critics. Um...

For instance, none of this is cake.

- Sure? - Positive.

Wait.

Food is memory.

It's your past, it's your community,

it's your home.

I found my home.

And so I wanted to share a meal

that has brought me comfort throughout the years,

and say thank you to the Library for bringing me here.

You fought the Gingerbread Spell admirably, my dear friend.

And you could only do so

by being such a good Librarian.

Yeah. And we got your back no matter what happens.

We've always had your back since day one.

Hmm, a toast.

A farewell to the smell spell.

A spell I cannot undersell as it has no parallel.

To no more stupid rhymes.

To spending time with the people that matter.

To family.

To the Library.