She smiled, "Aye? I hope ye get it." She nibbled on the pastry she chose for herself. It was better than the quality of the bakery they'd met at as of late. Ever since that baker got married, the food quality went into the pot in her opinion. It was over a month prior that she stopped there to find it almost deserted of patrons, the place had hardly any gaps between pastries, and the baker looked pretty miserable. She'd not gone back since and probably wouldn't after the burnt bread she ended up feeding to some pigs on her way home from marketing.

Delilah forced her attention back to Bert and tilted her head, clueless at the moment that he was working his way up to being able to ask for her hand. She was just happy for him. "I think ye'd make a fine detective."