Rosalina had a secret: she loved to eat. The three-meals-a-day regime just didn't cut it, she needed more sustenance. Most of the time, she would bake massive, round cookies and meringues, craft unique flavours of fudge and elegantly frosted cakes, use up rotting fruit in banana bread and apple crumble, whatever she craved, she got. She would smuggle them out of the kitchen and into her room and eat them late at night so she wouldn't have to share with the Lumas.
But when she felt too lazy to set foot in the kitchen, she would go on a quick trip to Sweet Sweet Galaxy, where she could also rid her shame of not sharing, as the Lumas could rustle up their own sugary snacks.
Rosalina had taken an immediate liking to shortbread the first time she came here, so this place was forever dear in her heart. She nibbled away at a large chunk ripped from the wall as she watched the Lumas saw their way through a slab of blue chocolate, which was beginning to melt a little under the sun. Later on, she decided, she would take them to the ice cream cakes.
Even though a place where cakes come frosted with ice cream was a place she could call heaven, she didn't want to live in a place where the sugar grains got between your toes and the furniture dribbled on hot days.