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Silas was impressed, despite himself. This Baker was clearly more than a simple rube, probably a master artisan by the standards of this city. The machinery was equally impressive, and daunting.

Genevieve's enthusiasm was infectious, and in truth seeing her happy was oddly pleasing in of itself. He was determined, for her sake at least, to be successful in this little game with the baker.

"Of course, my lady. Perhaps we should sample some of this good baker's most prized flavour frozen cream, and see what he is truly capable of, eh?" Silas said, though his pose as a disinterested aristocrat was slipping. He -was- impressed by all this, damnit.

"For myself, I have always been partial to strawberries with cream, and a cream that itself tastes of strawberries looks -quite- the novelty."

He reluctantly found himself willing to part with a few coins. He picked up the sample cup, and marvelled as the cream glooped into it. He passed it to Genevieve, who looked at it with a greed that Silas normally only saw in the most rapacious of pirate captains. He grinned at her mood.

"Do tell me how you find it, dear." He said, remembering to sound aristocratic, if only just.

He eyed the bakery door and goods again, judging distance and how quickly he could speed out of this place with an armful of goodies, when the time came. He was itching to devour these creamy goods himself, in truth, but for now he could tell Genny was caught up in the splendour of it all.