"A baker?"
"Yes"
"Chosen by the princess herself?"
"Exactly…"
"What?!"
Eden couldn't take off a surprised expression. He hasn't heard of the royal family in like… ages.
"Do you know where this 'baker' Mr Snow was talking about?"
Vin yawned, knowing Eden would ask none stop regarding this matter.
"Well," he managed to say, "Mr Snow gave me his location and probably what I would be doing when I arrive–"
"How old is this baker?"
"I don't know, maybe he's a middle-aged man?"
"Oh maybe an old crook!" Eden snarled.
Vin stopped walking. He used this moment to take a good long look at Eden, "What's your deal?"
"Uh? Say what?"
"You've been acting strange. Mostly whenever it's this baker topic. Are you alright? Have you seen the baker before now?"
"No!" Eden quickly answered.
"Good. Now let's get this over with."
They both walked away from the gate, heading into the busy yet quiet town.
