Sweet and Wheat

The next place on the list was down the road, still on Bester Street, a bakery called, Sweet and Wheat. The wind was blowing towards the group, so Taya could smell the wonderful aroma of the freshly-baked goods. Stopping at the simple, block building, a customer walked out the door, chewing on a roll. He glanced at Taya.

"Best sweet rolls in the quarter. I don't shop anywhere else."

Smiling, Taya stepped inside. The odors from outside were nice, but inside the bakery, it was truly divine. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, holding it for a time before letting it out. When she opened her eyes, she saw someone looking at her.

Taya looked back at a man dressed in white. He was about fifty, chubby, had bright eyes and a friendly smile. There was a dusting of flour on his arms.

"I'm George, the owner of this fine establishment. What can I get you today?"

Taya was tempted to try something. There were quite a few items on display in a glass case. However, the group was on a tight schedule, so she would need to pass for now.

"I'm here from the Nightwatch," said Taya.

"Of course. One moment." George grabbed a small basket from a shelf, handing it to Taya. "A baker's dozen of doughnuts." He shrugged. "It's not much, but it's a way I can help in some way."

"Thank you. Everything helps."

George seemed relieved that he had Taya's approval. "They're for the children, so don't eat any!" George chuckled.

"I won't," said Taya. "Thank you."

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