The next morning came quickly for the black haired woman because as soon as she had eaten dinner last night, with Lala savoring the last bit of the ham the Inn's chef had served to them, they went to bed.
The sun was barely up when Coco made her way down to the market once more, a pouch of money on her pocket as she walked around, looking for an open shop who sells flour, egg, salt, baking soda, powder, and yeast— because she doesn't know what the first husband might want.
However, the six ingredients she needed and wanted to buy were usually the ones her mother or big sister would buy whenever one of the two wanted to bake something.
So, technically, she's somehow clueless when it comes to cooking and baking— no, it's not because she doesn't want to, but because her mother and big sister love everyone inside the house so much that they take care of every meal.
