He still wasn't sure and as soon as he walked out of here he was going to have a taste. Something about this lady screamed that she liked concocting odd recipes. Maybe it was the way she seemed disappointed about talking about the regular stuff whereas anything strange she got excited. Just maybe.<br/><br/>"I'm Benjamin. Benjamin Tuttle," he leaned forward and brought out his hand to her, "I actually live a couple of blocks from here but I never frequent the place. My mother is used to running the errands. She has a bad cold right now. What about you? May I ask how long you have been at this shop?"