The walk into town started off innocently enough. Ciara, despite her reputation for being intimidating and stoic, seemed surprisingly curious about every little thing. This led to a lot of unexpected hilarity.
As we strolled down the cobbled main street, Zaya took it upon herself to act as the self-appointed tour guide.
"To your left, behold the legendary 'Half-Baked Bakery,' home of the infamous exploding eclairs," she said, gesturing dramatically toward a quaint shop with pastel awnings.
Ciara raised an eyebrow. "Exploding eclairs?"
"They're supposed to be filled with cream," I explained, stifling a laugh, "but apparently, the baker experimented with some kind of fizzy filling last year, and—boom."
Lise chimed in, grinning. "They were banned for six months. A shame, really. I kind of wanted to try one."
Ciara gave her a skeptical look. "Only you would willingly eat a potential pastry grenade."
