Crow couldn't help but stifled a chuckle from the female at her words as she took the cake away to sit down elsewhere. She definitely wasn't an ordinary female. The boy's charm might not get the ladies often even though he himself found he was attractive. Cleanly shaven with a sharp chin? Who couldn't love a male who's features were sculpted by the Greeks? He scoffed at his own thoughts before leaning on the table he sat at, his arms crossed to keep him balanced.<br/><br/>"My mom taught me how to do a lot of things like help older women get around town, plow crops with an ox... Believe she also told me that if a pretty lady wanted something, you got it for her." He grinned to her. "You don't owe me anything, you're right. It's a gift from one traveler to another." The boy leaned back comfortably after explaining his present and opening the film that held his bread. He took off a decent size of it and bit down into the soft loaf, savoring the taste of fresh ingredients.<br/><br/>"Mmm..." He groaned and swallowed the bite to take another between his lips. For a moment, he almost forgot about the woman he had been curious about. It had been awhile since he had dined on something other than stale trail rations. Kara was definitely going to enjoy this when Crow got back. "So, why are you traveling? Family in this town or the next? Interesting rumors about this fogged up village?" He asked, his curiosity surging again. The woman was an independent, that was certain from her ability to tell a male off so easy. Crow had been rejected before, but they were nice about it and let him down gently. This female was brutal.<br/><br/>At the counter, the baker had ended up finishing his work with the freshly made pastries and setting them in the window to be seen. When he was done, he pulled a cloth from his apron and wiped down the counters. He seemed to be listening to the conversation a bit out of his own curious personality. Who wouldn't want to know why these travelers were here?<br/><br/>"I came here from the capital. Just enjoying the sites and with the cold air and fog outside this town seemed intriguing. One smells on the street was this place's treats." He explained his situation vaguely, not wanting to give her too much to think over. After all if he told the pretty lady about the crow he kept as a companion, she might find him crazy or plagued by black magic. The last thing he needed was to be burned at the stake for being a warlock.