It was a nice walk. The morning weather was fair, there were no signs of the dog anywhere, and it wasn't much of a long distance to travel. Mira looked up to Sparhawk and tried to focus on what he was saying, paying careful attention to what he wanted from her. Just talk? Well that should be easy. So long as he continued to refer to her as 'sister', Mira could just keep calling him 'Big Brother'. The girl didn't think of the physical part of it and just assumed that everything would go alright so long as the both of them pretended. Mira bobbed her head in understanding, "Okay!" Once she and Sparhawk went inside, Mira walked right up to the baker. He was a bit of a larger fellow, as the stereotypes went, but he has a soft face and looked friendly enough for her not to be afraid of him. "Pardon me sir" she called out to get his attention, tugging on his apron. Mira couldn't remember whether or not Sparkhawk had requested she be polite as well. Oops. At least it wouldn't hurt her chances. "Is flour actually made of flowers? They're not the same color and they don't smell the same."