Grace stood up, taking in a deep breath of fresh air. [i]The humans, how were they on this beautiful day?[/i] she thought to herself, [i]No, I mustn't go, it's too dangerous.[/i]. Eventually, however, her curiosity won out and with a few beats of her wings the young fairy was a few metres above the ground when she proceed toward her normal spying place. Wings flapping at a constant slow beat, there was no rush at all.

Richard awaited for other customers to be served, standing near the door. Soon the bakery started to empty with happy customers. "Good day," Richard greeted the brown-skinned baker upon being greeted.. "And what a marvellous day it is. How goes the day inside the bakery?" he asks, with a childlike happiness that he seemed to often possess.