Meara laughed at Cori’s comment about the sea being salty. “Yeah, you could say it’s a little too much. It might not be so bad if there was a little pepper to it.” She listened to him talk about his dear little sister, sniping at him if he always bought too many cakes and cookies. She giggled at the mental image, “She seems like she knows how to run the place. Smart girl!”

After a second of thought, Meara shrugged, “Eh. Bread is bread. I guess I like just plain ol’ white. Oh, and pumpernickel. I like it with tea in the mornings sometime.” She turned and asked the baker for a cookie, and in exchange she gave him the amount of coins needed. 

She took a bite out of it and smiled, pleased. She covered her mouth because she has a weird thing of chewing in front of people. After a second, “How about you? Do you normally stick with one kind of bread?” She finished her small cookie, covered her mouth to make sure there was no crumbles (she had a odd thing about that too), and walked towards him. “Is it okay, if I called you ‘Cori’ instead of ‘Corriander’? I like you name! But I feel it’s something someone would say if you were in trouble, if that makes any sense at all?” She gave a little laugh, then started playing with her, it was a nervous twitch, she was thinking hopefully that comment wasn’t offending.