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[color=00F8FE]Time: Morning
Location: Callum’s bedroom to Ezra’s Bakery
Interactions: Ezra [@Potter][/color]

[color=9FA1A4]Cal clapped his hands together in excitement as Ezra accepted his offer. [color=00F8FE]“You heard the man, let’s grab that carriage, we’ve got treats to deliver.”[/color] He addressed his guards and assisted them with loading up the freshly purchased treats. He even held the door open for Ezra, grinning the whole time. Then Ezra, Cal, and a handful of guards headed to the tea party, making a single stop along the way for Callum to purchase a trumpet. He spent most of the remaining carriage ride attempting to figure out how to make the shiny brass contraption produce sound.  

The royal gardens were filled with people, the sort of people who were content enjoying everything Edin offered them and turning their heads to the king’s every depraved action. The weapons checkpoint was new, it gave Callum a slight grin as he thought about how Edin was already showing the guests how little the crown trusted them. 

Cal had no weapons to turn over to Wystan and he gave the bodyguard a nod and a polite smile. The youngest prince had only a trumpet and a small stack of boxes from the bakery carried under one arm. He wasn’t sure if they’d let him with the trumpet though. He paused, noted Wulfric speaking to someone, and while his brother was distracted now, he’d certainly take the trumpet from Callum if he saw. 

He’d just have to start his grand entrance now. 

With the trumpet pressed against his lip, a strange sputtering of air, and an entirely random finger positioning upon the trumpet’s valves; he attempted to play the instrument. The sound it produced was loud and obnoxious, a collection of off-key notes that did not belong together. 

[color=00F8FE]“Beautiful people of Caesonia, The Prince of Onions and Ezra Turner, master baker, the greatest in Caesonia, have arrived!”[/color] The peace that existed in the royal gardens was abruptly ended by Cal’s shouting.  [color=00F8FE]“And we have brought an extravagant collection of cakes, cookies, cupcakes, and…oh is that brownies I smell?”[/color] He then placed the trumpet down for Wystan and offered himself up for a pat down.

[color=00F8FE]“Keep that safe for me, sounds like I’ve got a lot of practicing to do.”[/color] He patted the trumpet. If Edin hated the sound of a well-played trumpet, he had a feeling the constant sound of him attempting to play, in the middle of the night, might just be downright unbearable. Once he was allowed in, Callum began serving the variety of treats he carried with him to the guests.[/color]