"You won't believe this," he drawls, "but I never even thought of that until this minute."
"Having an extra wand might have come in handy," Rus points out. "Is that what it was? I thought you just revised a lot."
"Hire it done," Rus shrugs. "There must be some competent bakers around here. How about whoever does the pastries at the pub? They're wonderful!"
"Was it? I didn't notice." Utterly indifferent. He doesn't care so much about the taste as he does that the food is bound for his belly. "Could just be someone out for a stroll." Rus' tone indicates that he doesn't believe this is the case. "Well...now that you mention it... You really should stop putting ideas in my head you know." He grins wickedly.
I am wounded in the mettyfor. That's more help than I usually am with sewing. ;) I do think I'll leave off the ginger though.