[color=7ea7d8][b][i]"You are great! T-thank for experiencing this new kind of bread." [/i][/b][/color]

[b][color=#F6E1D3]"You like it? Really?"[/color][/b] the praise itself was awkward as if coming from someone who never properly express gratitude in a casual way. Yet it felt sincere somehow, a rare expression that made Kirsten eyes twinkle with joy.  

[color=7ea7d8][b][i]"I should try out to make one, too!" the man said, skipping a breath. "Also, I would like to make a rice ball for you if we meet again."[/i][/b][/color]

[b][color=#F6E1D3]"Eh... oh, you will? But we don't grow rice here. I am a frequent shopper at the local market you know, and foreign condiments are rarely in stock. But they often have importd herbs like cinnamons, cloves, and nutmeg from Dwipawarna every August--- ahem, pardon me, but surely you have your way, so go ahead, surprise me!"  [/color][/b]