“Well, I don’t think I’m any, like, bad at it. If the mood strikes, I’ll whip up somethin’ for myself. Not all the time just for that reason.” She nods. “Wouldn’t be good to let myself, go now,would it?”
“Of course now! One must be picture perfect at all times!” Just like he was. With a laugh, the dancer pushed his way into the bakery and was immediately greeted with smells of cinnamon. “Mm!”












