The cinnamon rolls were a bit on the expensive side, but who could resist the taste of decadent sinful cinnamon twisted around a juicy pastry, flaking away into heavenly warmth? The currency left his pocket faster than one could think possible, and Julian delved into the sugary delight as he jotted down notes about ... oh god this was good. What were they doing again?

Ah yes, cake hunting. The most delicious of wild game.

Julian followed his employer out of the shop, following the instructions they were given and still jotting down notes about cinnamon rolls and talked about the missing cake with Charlie. "The ring she described did not seem very valuable. Even if it were solid gold, it likely was worth only a hundred pounds at most. Theft is not likely, unless the thief were extremely poor or really needed a gold band for some reason. These newlyweds sound suspicious, but it could all be circumstantial. My only hope is that the ring has not already been eaten, as I do not fancy a jaunt in the sewers." Julian shuddered. A man like him was destined for the high life, not for excremental excavations.