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[muckspout]

One of each of twelve different kinds! [Edgard yells in enthusiasm, pauses, and then corrects] Two of each of six different kinds. So, we don't fight.

[cozen]

[ Bastien laughs a little, and then the sound goes quiet and indecipherable as he covers the crystal in his fist to talk to the baker.

A few moments later his voice is back, unmuffled: ]

I will be heading back to the Gallows as soon as I am done here, if you would like to meet me somewhere. Outside? It's a nice day.

[muckspout]

Yes, outside! Always outside. Tell me where, I'm already on my way.

[cozen]

If you go outside the walls, near the docks? I will meet you there.

[ Better than inside, because you can see something other than big grey walls. ]

[muckspout]

Wonderful! I am on my way and extremely hungry!

[He stops to put on his yellow scarf and then dashes out the door.]