"So if I can complete something that you deem fitting, you'll see it printed and posted far and wide?"
"It all depends on you, young one," says the grumpier of the twins.
"Our resources are limited, especially when compared to the illustrious masters you've spent your career serving," the dark-complexioned woman elaborates. "But talented voices need to be heard, for the sake of our nation's progress on significant reforms and our cultural heft relative to our competitors."
"Well, a bakery seems a fitting place to vow that I will do my best to write a toothsome piece that, when consumed, leaves our nation groaning and pained in the lower back from its cultural heftiness," you declaim, flashing a smile.
"You can leave now," says Kitty Harlowe, lips upturned.
"Will do."
Onward