What a conundrum this day had caused, someone deciding that hiding his flour was a great idea. How was he to prepare his little shop front for the day if he didn't have any product to show? It really wasn't something he was particularly interested in finding out, especially if he couldn't produce his beloved pastries. It would leave him with, well, nothing. Even if there wasn't really any competitors to worry about within the village.

With an annoyed sigh he searched about the shop once more, before finding the missing ingredient beneath a pile of cloth he'd been using in order to spruce the place up a bit. Well, that certainly solved that mystery, didn't it?

Smiling to himself he set to work, carefully crafting his wares before the normal inhabitants of the village decided to wake. The shinobi didn't seem to take any particular interest in his wares, but it didn't matter too him that much. It was their problem if they wanted to deny themselves of the sweet scents that wafted from the kitchen out to the modest front that after a couple of hours housed perfect specimens of pastry work.

As he finished he wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, a light sigh escaping his lips as he moved to the shop front, greeting visitors and engaging in small talk.

Let no one say Ono wasn't a people person, after all.