sid/merri | about 4pm.
"What is it?" Merri asked as he peered into the bag. Strudels, a pastry Merri had once avoided like he had most others, but now he was beginning to discover a new love for sweets. But both were Cressida's, and Merri felt awful for taking one away from her, so he declined. "No, it's okay, you bought them for yourself! I couldn't possibly! They do smell good, though. Where did you get them?" If he could find his way there, he would have to buy one to try it for himself.