(bastardmostly)
"Would you calm down? You act as if sweet cakes are a proper substance but either who I brought you some so you can shut up then.”
"Mon Dieu," the corner of the peasants mouth is tilted upwards, forever amused by the speedy approach of the other man, high on horseback. "You look strangely determined--just to cram pastry down the throat of a homeless. I knew it."














