Meara smiled, “Well, of course! I think we both can enjoy a conversation since it’s been a while. We better make it before we open for the day, don’t you think?” She linked her arm with his and she kinda tugged him along in a joking way. She always had a knack for lifting the mood by making it goofy. “I remember when I first came to this town,” she began to start conversation, “My mother loved this town. I was about five years old, maybe, when my father took me here for trade.” She stopped and looked at Cori, “I think I remembered you and some of the others! Some of us were really small back in the day.” She looked up at the sky and she continued to hear the town moving around and watching people carry on. “I’ll have to stop by the flower shop too. To lighten up the shop.” she said in an airy voice. 

Soon, they arrive the bakery. Meara closed her eyes and breathed in, “I love the smell of the bakery.” she laughed, “The bread is nice, but I love the cakes and cookies.” she looked at Cori and smiled mischievously. “You never got much ‘sweet’ things in the sea. It was always so salty.”