The Black Forest Bakery -- the glimmering newest addition to the Derry township. The old bakery burnt to the ground last month and now in came Tante Totenkinder to replace it with her own. A domestic superstar for Derry to call its own Julia Child, for the time being. There she worked, behind the glass counter filled with pastries, pies and cakes, taking a tray of gingerbread from the oven like a pale dream of the perfect housewife.   ❝ And when did you sneak in? ❞  she asks, head cocking as she set the tray aside, removing her mitts, and leaning atop the glass display with a grin.  ❝ Come to have a treat? ❞

                                              -- & is she s i n g l e? ❜

THANK YOU!

                “i wrote about the ocean!” ponyo announces, brandishing a piece of paper with beaming pride.  she has not, in fact, written about the ocean.  she has not written anything.  she has scribbled wildly across a page in blue and drawn a few ugly orange fish on it.  humans, it turns out, have something called CRAYONS.