An expression of delighted surprise flitted across Marie's features. "Bien sûr," she drawled, as if the idea of not baking bread was sacrilegious. Italian bread really wasn't that difficult - she made a few loaves at a time; the ovens in the kitchen were pretty large and could handle that sort of thing. You only had to let the dough rise for about an hour, anyway. It wasn't an all-day affair.
But oh, right, seeing someone. She grinned a bit in spite of herself, a little sigh escaping her a moment later. "I don't know, maybe," was what she acquiesced to. "I've never really seen anyone before."
Even if she tried now, she was too pessimistic to think it'd work out all fairytale-like. Things never did, for someone like her.