"How dare you?" Jala became beet red in embarrassment. "I was just complimenting a first-time client!"
"If that were true, you wouldn't have dragged my name in it." Talso grunted. "Have a nice day with your beautiful, youthful wife, sir."
"Talso!" Jala roared in jealousy.
"See? It's not so funny when you're on the receiving end, is it?" The man baker, serving the clients without missing a beat or his business smile.
"I can't believe it." Meron mumbled in between bites of his jam bread. "This is the capital of the Kingdom. Our city. Our faces are everywhere. Yet no one notices us, and all eyes are on the quarrelling bakers."
"That's because no one really pays attention to our faces when they look at one of our portraits." Sylpha chuckled. "They focus on the crowns, the scepters, and all the trappings of our profession.
"On top of that, no one expects the Royal couple to walk around the city without an escort, so when we do, nobody notices."
"Do you do this often?" Meron asked.
