It didn't take him long to grab one of everything, charge for the stuff that wasn't free, and send the dour-faced woman off to do whatever it was she did. He glanced over to the young miss again every few moments while he spoke to the old woman and he would smile her way. She certainly is a pretty piece of fabric, he thought cheerfully just before finishing. When the old woman was gone, he glanced to the male who followed the girl in, and he wondered if they knew each other and were a couple. Shame, he thought.

"May I get something for you, sir? Bread rolls...? Sticky buns? Macaroons? Biscuits? What might I interest you in?" But his eyes kept moving back to the woman who's name he did not yet know. "And how about you, Miss? Is there ought that interests you?" He flashed another smile. Ugh, he was no good at flirting, was he?