[ She continues to observe them, trying to understand this world and its creatures a bit better, though it continues to be a struggle. ]

... Things like that are usually seen as monsters in my world, ready to attack us at a moment's notice. I've heard that, across the soda oceans, there are a few privileged cookies who own them, but merely as rumors... the only time I've seen commanded myself is from an enemy, who was also part cake. To think they can be tamed so easily here...