*Peach sent you out some time ago to Bowser’s kingdom. Having not seen Bowser in a year or so, she was getting concerned with the absence.* *You approach what appears to be Bowser’s room. The scent of… baked goods? Flood the room. You open the door:* *The room and bed are huge, fit for someone of bowsers towering stature. You see that his desk has still-hot croissants stacked atop one another on it. A journal in cursive logs baking ratios and other potential improvements… whose handwriting is...