Ebica took another bite of the pastry and made a pleased sound. She chewed thoughtfully and swallowed, washing it down with tea. Satisfied, she leaned back. "Sounds good to me, captain. So, bug the blacksmith first, and then pilfer some gold, eventually. Gotcha." Ebica eyed the third pastry and decided she could take it for the road. "I'm ready when you all are. Hopefully he has them done, and it'll be a simple 'hey, hand it over, thanks!'"<br/><br/>She stood up and grabbed the last pastry. "Oh, great." Ebica gives a mournful sigh. "By saying that I've jinxed it, huh..."