He nodded sharply, pleased to oblige, turning on one heel and weaving between Walter and Piper, reaching over their heads to grab a few pies, returning to set them across the stall counter.

"Blueberry, cherry and apple. The fine staples of flaky and delicious treats baked by a King," he grinned, giving his best courtly bow in the cramped space. "I hope you enjoy them, and if you want more, please, don't hesitate to return. I enjoy baking a great deal."