Olly felt at home in the kitchens. He wasn't quite sure why, but there was something about baking that drew him in. He'd done a lot of it over the summer, but this kitchen was much bigger than his at home. Plus it was always stocked with whatever he needed. There were no limitations. That was good but also...a tad overwhelming. If his choices were endless how could he possibly decide on one thing. A minute after walking into the kitchens he was still just standing there, unable to possibly decide. Maybe there was some sort of cookbook that could give him ideas. Olly nodded once to himself and immediately got to work looking for a cookbook. There had to be one somewhere, right? This was a kitchen after all.