The bakers. Once they stop making your sugary baked pastries, you’ll either have to resort to foreign baked-goods imports, or someone desperate enough for money to cook for all your pastry demands, however savory or disgusting the completed product turns out.
”…I remember when i first came here from Crystallia: A foolish mare, full of ridiculous ideas about power, freedom, the ways of the ancestors, the senate and the ponies. Then Mazda blessed me with those *points at wings and horn*, the great queen took me as one of her daughters and showed me how wrong i was…”