The walk back was pretty quiet until I spotted a familiar name—Carmine's Bakery. That was where Marcy worked. I grew excited at the prospect of checking it out. The pastries there were famous, after all.
And I looked like a wreck even after putting my shoes back on (the bonnet was a lost cause with my windblown hair so Percy tucked it under his arm) so no one would guess I was a noble. I could come back later to talk about getting a job with no problem.
"Percy, I want to go there! I heard their pastries are the best in the kingdom! Please buy me a chocolate éclair? Pretty please? Or a cream puff? Or—"
"Alright, come on," he said irritably. Percy had had more than enough adventure for one day and wanted to be safely at home.
I could identify with that back when I was sick. I hardly wanted to leave my house either. But now that I was healthy there was just so much to see and do! I'd spent five years inside; I was done with it.
