Jeeves watched the process with no small amount of interest. It wasn't that he was particularly interested in baking - he practiced it as part of his duties for Mr. Wooster, but it wasn't a hobby - but the fact that she was doing it with hooves. He kept an eye out for some sort of magical effect that resembled fingers, but none appeared. She was just an equine using unnaturally flexible hooves.

"It has been my experience, Ms. Pie, that most dreams would fall into the category of unusual or disturbing," he replied, though he wouldn't discount this girl's dreams being beyond even that. His brow did furrow slightly. "Have you been experiencing the recurrent dreams, as of late? I would not say they have 'plagued' me, but it is most queer to recount the same experiences night after night." Or what passed for 'night' in Traverse Town.