The hot savoury morsel did indeed mess her gloves. Yet at the same time, it awakened a memory; of a young Olivia sneaking fresh treats like this one from the kitchen when the cook wasn't looking. What was her name? Began with a 'B' or was it a 'P'? That plump old dear, stern though she was, was more of a mother figure to her than Anne. Enraptured by buttery lardiness, Olivia looked up to see that Culpepper too was occu-pied. Maybe it was fate that they were bonding over a love of vendor snacks.