Having been more or less ushered out of the guild hall by Big Red, Druid Girl found herself rather relieved to be heading off for a decent meal. Sure, smoked meat wasn't bad, but nothing could really beat a hot, freshly cooked dish or snack, with a bit more mass to it. Apparently, the nomad girl thought the same, and happily exclaimed her choice of what they should be eat - not that the druid minded, she had suggested it after all. Following the Steppe Archer, as the little lioness led them through the streets of Palisade Town, Druid Girl couldn't help but smile at how the little poofy-haired girl was acting much like an excited puppy, sniffing her way forward and energetically seeking out their destination.

Once in the shopping district, the scent of many aromas and musks vied for attention, but as the group turned a particular street, the scent of freshly baked bread became far superior to any other. The bakery in quetion was a simple place, a wooden structure like most other buildings in the area, with a quaint sign outside its door and a moderately healthy-looking facade. Once they opened the door, the trio was greeted by a wafting wind of deliciously smelling, grain-based goodness. There were baskets, and tabes, and crates, and shelves, and they had loaves of different shapes, sizes and ingredients, yet the combined smell was enough to make Druid Girl's eyes sparkle like diamaonds... And cause her to let out a girlish squee.

Like an excitable puppy, she darted into the shop, rushing past the middle-aged woman at the counter who tried to greet the adventurers as they walked inside. Nearly bobbing and bouncing up and down, the caramel-skinned girl pitter-pattered to and fro in the shop, inspecting the various shelves and containers, looking at each lovely, fresh roll, loaf and bun, hands clasped together as if she was appraising priceless treasures.

After much debating, she eventually picked out not one, not two, but three different loaves... For herself... And walked on over to the counter, happily, and almost intimidatingly, asking the owner how much. A price was stated, and soon after a batch of coins slammed down onto the counter, causing the poor woman behind it to startle and look surprised at how such a young and sweet-looking girl could be so apprently forceful and intense. Once her food was paid for though, she hurried on over to the entrance, waiting for the other two to buy their respective baked goods of choice.

"Too bad there weren't any donuts or cinnamon buns... But I guess this isn't really a sweets-shop... Dessert would've been nice too though." She murmured to herself, as she unintentionally started to gnaw at one of her prized loaves, nibbling away at it as a starving squirrel. With cheeks fully stuffed, and a bit of munching noises coming from her, she asked the other wo. "Choo guydsh wadna  eatsd oudshde?" ... Her words weren't clear when bread was filling most of her mouth...