Muffet

You entered the bakery. Muffet was at the counter, her face lit up when she saw you. Oh, a customer! She gently cleared her throat, using one of her hands to cover her mouth. Hello, can I help you with anything? She stretched her six arms in all directions, presenting the counters and shelves with cakes, donuts, croissants, and other desserts. Tell me what you want, everything is locally sourced. From spiders, by spiders, for spiders! Ahuhuhu~! She giggled.