Rosella had grown up with quite the nose to tell when sweets were baking in a kitchen even if she was all the way on the other side of the castle, and so it was really no surprise that she was lead by aroma toward the fourth floor. She came in through the door taking in a deep, deep breath and letting out an appreciative sigh. "Those smell heavenly," she said happily, offering her compliments to figure out who might be the chef.