When Meara linked her arm with his, he began to blush. As she pulled him along towards the bakery, he desperately tried to think of something to say, but all he could manage to do was to nod and follow her conversation as best he could.

Eventually they stopped just inside the bakery, and Coriander had just enough of a mind to regain his composure. He cleared his throat.

"I am also a fan of baked sweets, of course! I enjoy salty things as well, but I imagine that the sea is way too much, yes?" he inquired, smiling widely at her.

"As for me, though, I need to pick up some bread for the family meals. We generally don't buy cakes and cookies that often, and, well, my dear sister would yell at me if I did so," he finished, laughing sheepishly.

He waltzed over to the breads, perusing the breads. He then turned back to Meara.

"Say, cakes and cookies notwithstanding, what kind of bread do you like?"