Kaylie's room is on first floor, while Melas and Tesla room upstairs. Scullery only beside his room as for the reason he could hear so many noises unless he was dead sleep which never happen exception he's out of room. Usually, he only heard birds chirping in the morning, but now why does there's sound like cling clang in the kitchen? Tesla is back? Cellin is back? Melas only knows how to make coffee while searching for breakfast time foods. It no other than ready stocking breads with varieties of jam. The usual routine for Melas. The usual means laziness. Melas has developed a variety of recipes for bread. Kaylie has seen them all. From baking, frying, steamed or even boiled. He thought they would taste so-so, but it was well-made. Melas never rejected his request, only after Kaylie provoking as in 'Are you out of ideas?  Or have your skills gotten rusty?' For the person who only has drinks to grab, stocking food, where does all the sound come from? Why is there sounder than the word cacophony describes?

Melas wouldn't have thought of renovating the kitchen after being a temporary carpenter for poultry homes, didn't he?

Kaylie hates to throw blankets away, but curiosity makes it impossible to sleep. No matter how disastrous the kitchen mess, no thief in his thought. He needs to see, even just one that dumb enough to steal with noises that can wake the house owner. A thief is stupid, but it's triple stupid if the thief still steals in a stupid manner. The definition of thief to him means silent and slick. The Thief Hill where he grows up years on, he never sees thieves regardless they also have valuable things that thief can consider making money of it. Is it because they're living far from a village where there's evidence of the phrase thief is common on the hill? Villagers say that, but all in come in his sight or ears or words brought by winds is thief is common around village. But here he lives in Thief Hill, never once he sees thief shadow lingering around. In a year, he heard some people lost something or anything they keep to themselves. Do they assume thieves reside on the hill based on the name? Think they're safe from thieves since they're far from Thief Hill? Reminded him of the common story of old people. Included bonus, the story outside the world and books are just commonly the same. Same prejudice with slight difference.

A name is just a name. Thieves are roaming everywhere as long as they see gold or money in the things, they set their eyes on it or think of something that can bring valuable gold to them.

Nowadays, people are just like to reside on the hill despite the names or ghost stories behind the scenes. The closest neighbor in the hill is uncle sea house after 3 km walking, passing the neighborhoods of animals his family owned. Uncle Sea's house. He gave a nickname to anyone to his liking, example is, Uncle Sea the one. The reason for it, he's always in the sea catching seafood and selling it in the town.

He could see the kitchen straight the moment the door opened. He pulled a chair and sat on it. "Why are you in the kitchen early in the morning?

The only thing that separates the kitchen and the bedroom is the table. If he wants to go straight, he has to make a round tour around the table first before stepping down the stairs to get into the kitchen.

"I haven't been baking for a long time, so I have a thought to try baking."

Kaylie had face of convince me better. Your face told me you're having your time lying to me.

"Save your bedtime story for a kid." Kaylie gulping down the water. Forcing to wake up thirsty him. Nothing in his head except whenever I dissatisfied you should pay for it in any way you can. Headmaster should pay for making him having to wake again after night long reading books. He knew, but rest is a rest. Reading is a rest for him, but still, he wants a rest after reading. Doubled rest.

Melas also knew it. Whenever this kid didn't have enough sleep, he would and wanted to cut everything short. They almost same and typical answer in their own head.

"Cut it to three words."

"I have to make a cake. I received an order…"

"No wonder you look like a scullion this morning. Good luck."

Melas getting annoyed. The same with Kaylie. In the house, where there's only 'you and me', it's like war on edge every time they talk to each other. Kaylie with endless sharp words to Melas and Kaylie mostly annoyed for his room near scullery. The boy at his age, nothing to be hated the most, except waking up before the time he wants to wake up. Kaylie's eyes are to a bunch of utensils on the table. A few wooden spoons, forks, and the likes suddenly buoyant in the sink clogged with water. Looking at it, anyone could guess that guy never tried to cook once in his life. He always had sympathy for incompetent or precisely stupid people, he needs kindly ask a question.

"How much they want?"

"About a hundred. The varieties don't matter as long as it is a hundred."

"That's not much."

"Right. What should we do? They want a hundred boxes of it."

Kaylie splashed the water out of his mouth. "What?" Are they going to worship gods with that number of cakes? "Are we having a worshiping event soon?"

"If there's one, that would be worshiping you. If they knew, you'll the one thing they worship every day."

"Thank you. You're indicating this town super rich to worship me every day."

"Heard the party was the kind like you."

Kaylie heard vaguely. He was busy gulping down water in one shot. Putting glass down, he wants clarification. "What?"

"Heard there's only cakes and confectionery there. I'm guessing only sweet toothed people will come because the food is all sweet. There's also cakes from other cities and towns."

"Sound like a big party."

"…"

"You sound like you don't like it?" Kaylie doesn't need to try hard guessing it.

"I'm working hard in the morning to feed you guys later. It even something I don't eat much now. I'm doing so much for you guys' enjoyment later."

"Thank you. You're great." The type didn't talk much in the morning.

Melas looked at Kaylie. His eyes are hoping for help extended to Kaylie. "It's sweet tooth party."

"And you don't like it."

"Will you help me, son?"

"No." Kaylie's typical answer. Facing it with it so many times, before Kaylie said it, Melas could figure it in his mind.