"Tell me, miss, are you looking for something to eat? Or does a library meet your fancy?" He offered, his eyes twinkling kindly. He then started toward the other end of the market where they would head toward the bakery that supplied the Carringtons with bread and such. He opened the door for you. "This is where you can get the best tarts in town," figuratively and literally, but that was another story which Maxim was not privy to.

A miserable looking Andrew greeted them with a forced smile and then gestured toward the sweets, "Sweets fer yer sweet."