Soldat's clay bun is about the size of an average bowl of soup, and the spirit delivering it seems intent on balancing it on Soldat's head, only scampering off once they've succeeded.

Inside is a peach. Perfect, unscathed, soft and ripe as if just plucked from the market, and slightly warm to the touch. This itself is strange enough, but if it's cut open (or eaten), the pit is marked with carved lines of swirls and waves. They look old and weathered, as if they've been there for decades.

By the next day, the peach flesh has regrown around the pit, and continues to do so daily if eaten or removed.

Stone has a larger clay loaf that could be mistaken for a sourdough boule if it was actually bread. Inside, he finds... Another clay bun, a bit smaller, painted with sunflowers. When broken, a third slightly smaller bun is found inside, marked with white geometric lines.

Should he continue to break them, at some point the buns inside are larger than the buns they were broken out of, and they grow until the original size is again reached, before shrinking again. Perpetual matryoshka buns, each with their own unique artwork, for no matter how many times they're broken, each one looks unlike the previous ones.