"Oh, I couldn't." Klara protested, not letting the young man hand her the green fabric. She had no need for green fabric, and it would be seen as suspicious. What if the others thought she had been bewitched? Best to leave the fabric where it was.

"Fifteen copper you say?" She confirmed, reaching into her coin purse and carefully counting out the coppers. It was more than she had wanted to pay, but it wasn't as much as she expected. It was a good enough deal, and Klara didn't feel like bartering. What if he tried to get her to take the fabric again? Best to pay for her ribbon and get back to her pie.

"Oh cat dirt!" Her pie! It was potentially burnt by now! She dropped the coins into the young man's hand and pocketed the ribbon. "Sorry, I have to go, I have to check on my pie!" Klara sped off, picking up her skirts a bit to run faster. Her mother was going to berate her all evening for being frivolous and burning the pie...

A glance in the oven when she returned home confirmed her worst fears. The edge of the crust was blackened and the top was far past golden. "Don't be burnt, don't be burnt..." It was a useless plea, Klara knew. She turned away from the oven and wrapped her hands in tea-towels. Well, it would be eaten anyway - they couldn't waste food.

But when she pulled the pie out of the oven, it wasn't nearly burnt at all. It was perhaps a little past perfection, but the dark edges she had been so sure about were no longer there. A trick of the oven was all it was - the oven was dark, so she had seen the pie darker than what it really was.

Klara ignored the fact that she knew what a burnt crust looked like in the oven, and her pie had certainly been burnt moments ago. Obviously, she tricked herself. That was all. There was nothing odd about it. Nothing at all.

- - -

"You witched my fabric!" The cry came from down the row, a young woman with blonde hair and green eyes storming through the crowd. Her eyes were set on Aston's cart of items, and she marched toward him with anger in every step. It was the friend of the young woman who bought the ribbon from him last week.