Snippet #2353076

Silas didn't break character or his smiling when he saw that the Baker had withdrawn the treats. So. We have a savvy one. Noticing Genevieve's interest in the Milk, he saw the sign and chuckled to himself. This Baker was -really- savvy, all right. This was going to be interesting.

"Well, my good man, you have peaked my curiousity. I wonder, perhaps, though, if this selection, nay, this veritable Cornucopia, whilst exquisite in its presentation, might not be the entirety of your wares. Indeed! Might I venture forth to guess that these pieces, whilst teasing, do not satisfy my connisseur's eye because you keep the truly magnificient products- No! artistic masterpieces, in the back?" His grin split his face from ear to ear, as he regarded the Baker as a hunter regards a cornered bear. The trap, he felt, was well sprung, and he looked forward to seeing how the Baker reacted.

Considering the cakes, he decided that, if it came to it, he could probably safely snatch the tart, at least, before making hell for leather and scarpering out the door.

"That is a marvellous milk machine you have there, good sir. Might I also inquire as to its mode of operation?"