There's a bakery. I, um, I've patronized them, every so often, on late night patrols. [Some habits do die very hard, after all. Patrolling for monsters in the dark is one of them. And, after the new moon, it had stopped seeming quite so foolish.

Besides that, selfishly, he doesn't want her to have to stay in the castle much longer.]

When can we expect you back, then?