Theanore and Marinus were working hard, cutting cookie dough with glasses for the fair. There was only one day left. Their worker elves were also making a lot of sweets for the fair.
The forest of fireflies' guardians were introduced to the worker elves and even to Theanore's Eelaconda. It was nice that now the children didn't need to hide.
The guardians were running back and forth with bags of packaged sweets that would sell for a single silver coin per package. They had a preprinted drawing made by Theanore and Marinus of them both making cookies.
Because the word got out that the author of the book herself was making sweets for the fair, many preordered a box. So far, they had 200 boxes made, of which 146 were already sold.
"What if they don't like our cookies, Mari?" Theanore asked as she cut the dough. Crassus was knitting more to the side. Marinus brushed a stray hair from his face and grinned.
