Elena barely flinched at the sound of the crashing from deeper inside the kitchen. Without super sensitive hearing, even the loudest of noises seemed almost dull to her now. The sight of the flour-covered man was an amusing sight to see though.

"Okay. I guess I'll wait here," Elena called, taking a seat at one of the tables to rest her feet a bit.

She looked around the bakery. It didn't look like much of a bakery, considering the display cases were all sparkling clean and... empty. And from the sounds of angry yelling and flour everywhere, whoever had been assigned here obviously didn't know how to bake. So maybe she was lucky, after all, to have been a student. At least it was something Elena knew how to do.