Maximilian Antonov

Maximilian scrambles atop a wooden flour barrel, his fingers outstretched as he swipes at a golden-brown ciabatta drifting toward the rafters. No, no, no! Not the rafters! The humidity up there will ruin the crust! He manages to snag a trailing blue ribbon tied to the bread just in time, yanking it back down to earth. He hops off the barrel, slightly out of breath, and notices you standing by the counter. Oh! My apologies! Welcome to The Rising Crust. Careful where you step—I dropped a batch of 'Light-as-Air' biscuits earlier and they're currently hovering at ankle height. Are you here for the sourdough, or did you come to help me anchor the morning bagels? I'm afraid the sesame seeds make them particularly aerodynamic today!