A Chef Appears

Kranjax hunted the elusive smell of sprinkles for days. There were 2 barkeepers and 2 known chefs, but neither had shown themselves... until now.
The fresh peach tart sitting at the bar was a message, a delicious smelling message, but a message nonetheless. He stared at the tempting dessert but willed himself not to eat it. He instead turned to the active barkeeper, "Nick, any idea who did made this?"
"It's your bar, sitting on top of a magic crystal that you concocted. How the hell should I know when you don't."
"I don't know? Maybe use that vouyer 'sees you when you're sleeping and knows when you're awake' power."
"You're getting coal."
"Already have some. I'm just waiting for grill season so I can put it to use."
"Take my threat seriously, asshole."
"I'm not on the "Needs to take Santa's Threat Seriously" list, and never will be. We both know that. Anyway, intel, watcha got?"
"The tart showed up a handful of minutes ago. I did hear some noise in the kitchen, but it was empty when I checked. The oven was on, and there were traces of baking. Whoever it is is silent, fast, and fairly thorough. I'd kinda like to invite them to Polaris."
"You have enough elf spies and assassins. Maybe..." Kranjax paused. "There it is again, the smell of cinnamon and sugar...and its..." He whirled around and caught a glimpse of hair in the crack of the rear door. "Bingo!" He sprinted shoving the door open to see 2 clumps of hair and what may have been a skirt tail round the corner. He gave chase, but as he rounded the corner, his vision was obscured. He laughed, having run right into a dust cloud. "... Powdered sugar... hmm." He returned to the bar and sat across from Nicholas.
"You're covered in white. Most people I know only get it under their noses."
"It's powdered super. They vanished in a poof of sugar."
"What?"
"Yeah. Sugar. I think I know how to catch then though. I just need Reason to show up."
Reason walked through the door seconds later, with uncanny timing. "Could you stop dragging me into your bullshittery? What would happen if you summoned me while I was taking a shit?"
Kranjas smirked, "it's conviently written so that this never happens. If it did though, I'd say 'so a goblin does shit in the woods'."
The air around the goblin Reason simmered like stars and he vanished, appearing menacingly behind Kranjax, his hingernales extending into onyx-colored steel. "The point. I was busy."
"I need your goblin fingers."
Reason stepped back, "You what now?"
Nicholas smirked from behind the counter, "Ballsy, kid."
"The tart, you assholes! Stick your fingers in the damn tart!"
The goblin glanced at Kranjax questioningly. "Is that was smells so good? Why didn't you start with that?" He ambled over to the tart and extended his hand. He paused just above the tart, sensing both something amiss, and danger. "Wouldn't you have merely offered me a piece. Who's is this?"
"How dare you befoul my peach tart!!" An explosion of powdered sugar, a flash of steel, and the clang of colliding metal.
When the dust settled, Reason turned slowly to see Kranjax's sword sitting next to his neck, and on the other side of it, a butcher knife.
Attached to said knife was a woman, rather tall in stature, with cream colored hair done in pigtails. 2 candy-shaped hairclips held them together.
Her her face was dotted with sugar, sprinkles, and icing. At a glance, it was impossible to tell which of it was from cooking and which was naturally part of her. Somehow, the thick-rimmed glasses she wore had not a speck of dust, icing, or anything else on them, and behind those lenses were 2 crystal clear eyes, one blue and the other pink.
"So that's where the smell came from." Nicholas gazed at the woman who had steam coming out her currently flared nostrils.
Kranjax, only slightly deterred, finally pushed back against his blade. "You could've just said 'Hi', ya know."
The realization donned on her that the 3 beings in the room were all focused on her. Her face flushed red and she jumped back, removing herself from melee range. "My tart!"
They watched as she landed almost gracefully, her chest length cream colored hair with its cotton candy swirled highlights settled. She held down her frilly pastel purple skirt and glared at the goblin.
"I never intended to touch it, let alone eat it." The night-sky-skin goblin taunted. "This oaf orchestrated this whole debacle."
"It was the easiest way to catch you, Sprinkles." Kranjax stuck out his tongue as if he didn't just inconvenience everyone present.
"My name is Sori."
"Nice to meet you, Sori. I'm still calling you Sprinkles."
Her glare turned to Kranjax. "You're not nice" she huffed.
"Alright, my bad. A peace offering, then." He hopped over the bar and grabbed a glass jar filled with cookies.
Nicholas spoke up, "Are those THE cookies? When did they get there?!"
"Baked em yesternight." He handed Nicholas 2. "Serve us up some milk."
Reason's fingernails returned to a normal length and he took a cookie, inspecting it closely. "You know I'm immune to poison, right?"
"Would you prefer dumpling shaped cookies? We don't sabotage meals here. Even if I did, I wouldnt do it to a chef. It'd be rude."
Sori arched an eyebrow as she was offered a cookie. She hesitantly took it, and took a small nibble, looking very much like a squirrel nibbling at something unexpected. A moment later, a large chomp was taken out of the cookie. She looked down at Kranjax as she stood half a head above him, and handed him a spoon. "You can have some of the tart."
Kranjax glanced up at her, "i'll give you 3 more cookies if you let the rest have some too."
"That's not going to leave any left for me!"
"I could say the same of my cookies. I'll need the kitchen to bake some more. Any objections."
"...But my tart..."
"Fine, we'll share the kitchen." Kranjax turned around and hopped back across the bar, heading toward the kitchen. Sori appeared behind him in a poof of powdered sugar.