"I wouldn't be surprised if there were gremlins or little pixies that restocked them," Eleanor mused. "I don't think that's entirely put of the realm of possibility around here. It's certainly not nuns. They stocked the pantry at my last school, and it was all mostly things like saltine crackers, corn flakes, and..." Her nose wrinkled around a bite of her newly liberated toaster pastry. "Prunes."