"Bread for breakfast? Give me a second." 

The baker enthusiastically withdrew himself from the group and manned his counter. The stew was boiling beside him, but still far from cooked. It was late and the display table was understandably empty, except for the items Nina made with that Delving maid this morning, that he should have been personally set aside for their own breakfast tomorrow morning. He wondered where the pirozhki bread had gone. 

"I am sorry but we all run out. Why don't come back next morning at 9? A new bunch will be ready at that time."