Unlike her partner, Frore was contributing nothing to the general search. Unable to really hold in mind the descriptions of those she was meant to be seeking, she paced around Kakariko taking in the sights, sounds, and smells now that she could better appreciate them. From booth to booth she drifted, looking at toys, weapons, crafts, and more with wide eyes. She was staring at a gaudy ranch booth whose bright colors had caught her attention when a mouth-watering smell drifted in from a nearby bakery stall. It her distraction she didn't notice a masked man approaching the Lon Lon Ranch stall, clutching his head in pain. Drawn by the unfamiliar and overpowering aroma, Frore made her way down the street to the shop in question. The vendor on hand, a potbellied black man whose round face was dominated by a huge, bristling silver mustache, smiled widely. “Welcome to Baroli Baked Goods! What can I interest you in? We've a wide variety of biscuits, cakes, and muffins...?”

He seemed somewhat taken aback by her lack of responsiveness. Usually at this point customers were opening their wallets or preparing to haggle. Frore, meanwhile, simply looked blankly at him. “Miss? Anything you hungry for?” At that, the pale woman reached for a small loaf that, while it had clearly been sitting around for a little while, remained aromatic and appetizing. Seriously beginning to question this lady's intelligence, the vendor held up a placating palm. “Now now, miss. You've gotta pay first. Have any money?” He dexterously plucked a green rupee from his register to show her. It glinted cheerily in the late morning sun, and Frore finally seemed to understand. She retracted the hand and fumbled around at her waist for a wallet. Baroli tried to ignore her exposed midriff, instead focusing on giving her encouraging nods when she looked up to see if he was getting upset. While not irritated, he was growing somewhat impatient, and finally decided in his good nature that this was a special case.

“Tell ya what, miss. In the spirit of the Hero of Time, who never hesitated to help out strangers, let me give it to ya for free. Go on, take it!” Slowly and deliberately, Frore placed a hand on the loaf of bread, incredulous to believe that someone would actually just [i]give[/i] her something. As the picked up the food and inhaled its comforting smell, she attempted to return to him a smile: the corners of her mouth twitched upward slightly. Despite her failure, Baroli recognized the gesture, flashed her a warm smile in return, and gently waved her away so that the next customers -no doubt pleased by his generosity and charity- could have a go.

A few yards away from Baroli's Baked Goods stood the centerpiece of the plaza: a stony well. Seeing no better place to sit for a moment and try eating something for the first time. A few feet away from it, she was almost run into by a red-haired girl, who looked both out of breath and extremely agitated. Thinking nothing of it, Frore sat down with her back to the wall, tore out a chunk of the loaf of bread, and gingerly placed it in her mouth.

Instantly the sensation of taste enthralled her, and she realized that she was starving. With very unladylike voracity, she wolfed down the rest of the small loaf, barely even leaving any crumbs to scatter onto the ground.