Cedar's ears flicked forward and backward uncomfortably, while he shifted uneasily on the bench.

He was torn between equally valid moral imperatives, that were sadly, all mutually exclusive, and he was unable to make a determination which one he should act on.

Should he give the confused and clearly forgetful girl some of his bread? No-- That would be an insult to the baker, giving away his own goods, inside his own store.

Should he simply keep the bread all to himself? No-- That would be insufferably and criminally selfish....

Should he give the bag to the baker, and let him decide? No-- That too, would be an insufferable insult to the baker, and his hospitality.... Returning a gift was not acceptable.


Unable to come to a decision, he simply twitched uncontrollably like a fidgety child, while blinking and looking around the room  with increasing levels of unease.

"[color=a187be]If you need to use the privy, Mr bear, I am sure the proprietor would not object--[/color]" hazarded the prince helpfully, further flustering the bear.

"[color=7bcdc8]n.nah...[/color]" he stammered, fidgeting more obviously, until the girl left-- 

Finally, he worked up the resolve to address the baker.  "[color=7bcdc8]I'm surry I cost ya a sale jus' naow...[/color]" he stammered. "[color=7bcdc8]---.... Still has some bread left.... I's sorry...[/color]"