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Silas smiled, convinced he was gulling the baker. He carefully got out what money he had, though still concealing as best he could how much he had. He held his purse lightly in one hand, thoughtfully, considering the cakes with a conisseur's eye.

"What do you make of it, My Lady? It seems acceptable to me..." He said, frowning. "Its true they do look appealing...." He sighed, and tapped his lip with a finger, as if contemplating.

"Perhaps we should sample a little of one. Not that I doubt our baker's excellence or honesty but we really cannot be too careful these days, can we Ermintrude? Why, just the other day, we were passing some lovely bakeries over in the City and well, they smelled sweet but the fillings..." He made a face.

He hated to insult the man, however subtly, but he found he enjoyed such pretense rather too much. Plus, he was hungry too, now, damnit. Those cakes really were to die for.