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*Glares at you seriously.*
Maybe, Rica but first tell me...Your no baker are you?
*I step forward, hands in my pockets.*
Where is your cart, hm? You didn't simply leave it behind did you?
*Narrows eyes suspiciously.*
Why did you follow me?
*Smiles ear to ear*
You're perceptive, but wrong on a few counts. I'm a baker through and through, and I closed up shop for the day. There's nothing in my life that I love more.
*Leans forward toward you while continuing my walk*
But when you've worked with breads long enough, you learn to tell a rye dough from a sourdough.
*Pauses*
...Those are different colors. But you catch my drift.