"I'd settle for fresh baked bread," is what Peggy has to say about that, seeing as she honestly doesn't think that she can recall the last time she had it. Well, she supposes it had been when there was still activity coming from the little baker's house in the main area, but the two men who always seemed to there haven't been present lately and Peggy has to assume that just like all the rest, they've either be taken or are gone, as well.

"It is like building a space rocket to me, you know," she adds. "It's not laziness that holds me back, it's practicality. Even when I try and devote my attention to it, it never tastes very good. I'm afraid I haven't got a knack for being a homemaker." Maybe she's subconsciously sabotaging so that she isn't pegged into that square, but it's the truth.