"Fresh Pies! FRESH PIES! Made to order, fillings of your choice! Fruit, meat, vegetables! Apple pies, chicken pot pies! Personal pies!" Rowan barks, flashing that dazzling smile as he runs a rolling pin over dough and cuts crusts.
Ser Walter and Piper both labor in surprising seriousness for once, the latter in her Champion form, dicing meat while Walter peels apples. The scent of sweet crusts and flavorful fillings drifts all around the cart and beyond, enticing customers. With the pies priced reasonably - not the usual inflated prices one could expect at a festival - people easily walk away with two and more of the palm-sized pies.
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Ser Walter and Piper both labor in surprising seriousness for once, the latter in her Champion form, dicing meat while Walter peels apples. The scent of sweet crusts and flavorful fillings drifts all around the cart and beyond, enticing customers. With the pies priced reasonably - not the usual inflated prices one could expect at a festival - people easily walk away with two and more of the palm-sized pies.