Thank the cook

Such a sumptuous feast deserves the giving of thanks. You excuse yourself from the table and find the group of rooms that make up the castle kitchen complex. People are bustling in and out to attend to the feast, going to and fro with dishes laden with food, empty bottles, drinks, fruit plates and more.

You fumble about in the bustling little labyrinth for a while before finding yourself at a small door. Doesn't seem like a room containing a prestigious chef. Still, you've had no luck so far, so you might as well try. You open the door and realize this is the baking room. Large ovens blast the room with heat, and you find yourself sweating. The room has a lone occupant, the baker-woman. As you walk in, you see her bent over a smaller oven. This position allows you to notice a bountiful ass fighting to break out in all directions from a too-small skirt. Did it get hotter in here?