"You'll see." Sparhawk told her, shutting the window behind her.
"I'm thinking a nice pastry, I haven't had one in months." Bread was all well and good, but there was nothing quite like a sweet roll dripping in icing and still warm from the oven. Just thinking about it made him grin in anticipation. Also the skinny little girl with him sure looked like she needed something really nice to eat. She couldn't live off apples forever.
"Ever had one before? Usually only rich people can afford them, but I've been saving this," he jingled his money pouch, "for a day like this."
"I'd usually just steal some, but I have a better idea." He told her.
Because in truth, he loathed to part with the precious little round coins, so he had a plan to get his money's worth back after paying for the treats, and he might even be able to make some more in the process. And Mira could help with that.
If it worked, he decided to split whatever amount they got from it with her. So she wouldn't have to keep eating apples.