The crow was in frame seen finishing the batch of bread.
Placed on the wooden board. The bread cooled off, and it was drizzled with hot honey and smashed nuts of different kid, apple slices or red berries added as sides and display, as it came with pumpkin seeds salted. The berries had the twigs attached to them and some not and placed on the broad beside the bread. Other breads baked, buns with crosses made through plump dough, bread of different kinds smelling good.
"Oh! You didn't have to friend!" I signed as I let them take the bread.
"Oh, but to give away so much inventory without paying for it would be damning to such a small business as yours. I insist."
He begins to test the bread. He starts by listening to it. Knocking on it, crunching the crust. Then, he smells it, before and after cutting. He tries each piece, with and without butter or one of the various jams he brought with him. He seems pleased, but then he always does, doesn't he?
He then moves on to the pastries. He tries each element separately, then all together.
Overall, he is very thorough in his testing, jotting down notes frequently.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
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'Good to hear. By the way, I totally did not just spend last night in the drains'
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"The wha?" I signed still trying to wake up but I'm out of it.
'Sure, good night I guess?'
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"I need to make bread I'll be back" I walk away to my wooden stall store once more
'Ok, see ya!'
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*Sorry this took me awhile to write*
The crow was in frame seen finishing the batch of bread.
Placed on the wooden board. The bread cooled off, and it was drizzled with hot honey and smashed nuts of different kid, apple slices or red berries added as sides and display, as it came with pumpkin seeds salted. The berries had the twigs attached to them and some not and placed on the broad beside the bread. Other breads baked, buns with crosses made through plump dough, bread of different kinds smelling good.
'Woah, that's amazing!'
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I blush at the compliment (THIS IS PLATONIC FAMILY LOVE, THEIR EMBARRASS) and wave him off signing its nothing.
'How much ya plan to sell it for?'
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Sytosc approaches the crow's stand, his steel smile shining.
He has a basketball-sized bag with him. He offers it to the crow. "I hope that this is enough."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Oh! You didn't have to friend!" I signed as I let them take the bread.
"Not much only 3gp"
'Ya gonna make a fortune!'
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"Oh is that too much then?"
'Nah, it's perfect amount!'
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"I knew I should've went for 1gp for each one.."
'3gp is perfect, don't worry yourself!'
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"I hope your right I like having cheap but good bread for customers"
'It's really great!'
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"Oh, but to give away so much inventory without paying for it would be damning to such a small business as yours. I insist."
He begins to test the bread. He starts by listening to it. Knocking on it, crunching the crust. Then, he smells it, before and after cutting. He tries each piece, with and without butter or one of the various jams he brought with him. He seems pleased, but then he always does, doesn't he?
He then moves on to the pastries. He tries each element separately, then all together.
Overall, he is very thorough in his testing, jotting down notes frequently.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.