The trio wound their way through the bustling marketplace, their footsteps echoing on the cobblestones as they approached the food stalls.
The air grew richer with the enticing aromas of spices, sizzling meats, and fresh produce. Merchants called out to passersby, their voices a cacophony of enthusiasm.
Jean immediately took the lead, her eyes lighting up as she spotted a stall selling artisanal bread. "We'll need a variety—something to go with the dips and spreads," she declared, picking up a crusty baguette and a soft, round loaf.
Elara arched an eyebrow. "You sure you're not just trying to hoard carbs?"
Jean waved off the comment with a laugh. "Elara, bread is the foundation of any good party spread! Besides, you'll thank me when you taste it."
Cruzer, amused, picked up a basket of golden apples. "Something sweet to balance things out?" he suggested, tossing an apple to Jean, who caught it deftly.
