The baker would make more, since they were apparently in hot demand this season, and business was booming.
Today's batch was cherry chip. It tasted nothing like cherries, from what Chrom could tell, but it was nonetheless delicious with chunks of chocolate and bits of red fruit that turned the dough pink. He bit into it with a sigh of satisfaction, then paused when he heard a familiar voice. Turning, he smiled.
"Hello, Yachiru." She didn't have to ask, nor did he need to ask if she wanted one. He gladly gave her two cookies. "How have you been faring?"
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The baker would make more, since they were apparently in hot demand this season, and business was booming.
Today's batch was cherry chip. It tasted nothing like cherries, from what Chrom could tell, but it was nonetheless delicious with chunks of chocolate and bits of red fruit that turned the dough pink. He bit into it with a sigh of satisfaction, then paused when he heard a familiar voice. Turning, he smiled.
"Hello, Yachiru." She didn't have to ask, nor did he need to ask if she wanted one. He gladly gave her two cookies. "How have you been faring?"