Kimiko bobbed her head in acknowledgement. "We pride ourselves on service."<br/><br/>She headed out of the room, and appeared almost immediately in the kitchen. The chef, a female red panda in an apron and chef's hat was already preparing the puff pastry, or rather finishing  it off, as proper puff pastry would have had to have been made the day before. It was getting rolled out on a big board, well over a meter square, but it didn't look large enough to hold a laid out girl.<br/><br/>Kimiko gulped down a potion, then did some flexes and stretches, bringing on leg up all the way, parallel to her side. The reason for this became clear as she sat down on the board, and then  bent forward, laying down doubled. A loop of butcher's string around her shoulders and ankles made saure she'd stay that way. The red panda washed the inside of the pastry with egg, and ten wrapped it over her, pressing it down on the overlap.<br/><br/>Now she was a roll of pastry, with the tip of her rump and tail  poking out one end, and her head and lower legs up to her calves sticking out the other. The panda hauled her across onto a baking tray, washed the exterior with egg again, and pushed it into a big glass fronted oven.